Jake had no sooner stepped into the cafeteria than one of his nemeses from previous years spotted him. Harvey Williams was returning to retake his senior year. He could have passed; he just didn't see a use for school. He figured he would follow in his father's footsteps, taking over his dad's auto shop some day. Everyone knew that "Big Harv" was the guy to see if you had vehicle trouble. "Little Harv", who wasn't so little at 6"4" and 250lbs, was known as the guy to avoid at school.

"Hey look, the midget grew up over the summer. Too bad he didn't grow some balls though." Harv laughed at his own joke, not noticing or caring that no one outside his five or six followers he had laughed. "I think I'll kick your ass right now," he said, "kind of start the year off right for you."

What Harv didn't know was that Jake had been training in the martial arts since he was in first grade. He had never seen the benefit of fighting in school, getting kicked out didn't fit in his academic plan or his long range goals to get into Harvard.

Events had now conspired to change those plans, Jake had grown, and his priorities had changed. Jake now had a different goal, and while he would not neglect his studies, getting into Harvard was not as important as it had been before.

Thus when Harv grabbed at Jake, who normally just tried to get away, he was surprised that Jake didn't flee. Harvey pulled back his fist for a ponderous right hand blow, but something was wrong. He was surprised to find himself sitting on the floor, blood gushing from both sides of his nose.

It didn't take long for the teachers to arrive. Someone had rushed to report that Harvey was beating up on Jake. The football coach and one of the male teachers ran across the cafeteria, intent on saving Jake from Harvey, again. They were unprepared for what they saw when they pushed through the crowd of teenagers.

Harvey was sitting on the floor, legs splayed wide, cupping his obviously broken nose. Blood dripped from his fingers to pool on the cheap tile floor. The bully looked up at them with pain in his eyes, and Coach Dorwart stood stunned for a moment.

He asked if anyone had seen what happened, and several kids started talking at once. He finally sorted it all out, and realized that Jake had finally fought back, with quite spectacular results. Giving Harvey a wad of napkins to hold under his still dripping nose, and after making sure that someone from the janitorial staff was present to clean up the mess, he escorted Harvey to the nurse's office. Jake was ignored, and he shrugged as the teachers led Harvey away.

Jake got his food, well, what the school called food, and found an empty table. Soon after he sat down he was joined by Bonnie and Della. Bonnie's best friend Kimmy soon claimed her seat, and one by one five of the girls he had slept with over the summer came to sit with him and his sisters. They all knew the score, and knew that each of them had spent quality time in Jake's arms. Jake had made it clear he would not tolerate jealousy and the girls all got along, well, around him anyway.

"When are you going to hook me up with Jake?" Kimmy asked Bonnie quietly so the others couldn't hear.

"I didn't know you wanted me to or I would have already," Bonnie replied, eyeing her friend.

"Well, I've been hearing all this talk about how good he is and how big he is and I have to admit I'm kind of curious." Bonnie studied Kimmy silently for a moment. Kimmy had made it clear early in their friendship that she was partial to girls, and that she was interested in Bonnie.

Although she and Bonnie had fooled around on occasion, it was more of a friendly thing, and neither of them considered their relationship as anything other than a deep friendship.

"I thought you had given up on guys," Bonnie remarked. While she as talking quietly she was not whispering. Kimmy's preferences in the bedroom were no secret at school.

"I know, but I've been with guys before, even though I wasn't impressed. But with everything I've been hearing, maybe I just need to try it with the right guy." Kimmy looked to her friend for understanding and found it.

"Ok, well let me talk to him and see when he's free. I know he's interested in you, I've seen him watching you while we were swimming."

"Yeah," Kimmy smiled, "I have too. I kind of liked the feeling it gave me, I mean, he wasn't shy about checking me out. He didn't even try to hide the boner he got when he was looking at me."

"Well, it's kind of hard to hide that thing when it pops up," Bonnie said, immediately realizing Kimmy might learn more of her relationship with her brother than anyone needed to know. Kimmy didn't remark on the slip though, and Bonnie figured she gotten away with it.

Bonnie agreed to talk with Jake privately and see if she could set up a date for the coming weekend. Talk had turned to other things, like who was going steady, and what CAP score this one or that one had, when someone called out Jake's name.

Jake turned to see the girl he had admired in the hall earlier approaching the table.

"Are you Jake Whitman?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"Yes, and you are... ?" Jake replied.

"What's this I hear about you attacking my brother for no reason and some of your friends holding him while you broke his nose?" Jake could tell the girl was pissed, he didn't answer right away though, as he was trying to reconcile the fact that the vision in front of him was related to Harv.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?!" the girl asked again, anger entering her voice.

"Wow, you're related to Harv, the big hairy ape who has been the terror of these halls for four years?" Kimmy cut into the conversation, eyeing the younger girl appreciatively.

"I wasn't talking to you," the girl replied, "but yes, he is my brother. Now does someone want to tell me your side of the story or should I just commence to kicking ass?"

Bonnie snorted soda out her nose, "Honey, you couldn't even begin to kick Jake's ass. He's been training in the martial arts since he was five. He may not look like much but when your brother went to hit him, he ducked the punch and finally, after four years, threw one back." Bonnie shrugged, "Harv had it coming, ask anyone who saw what happened."

The girl stared at Bonnie for a moment, trying to read her face. Jake took the opportunity to check her out a little better. She stood around 5'8" tall with short black hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, her brown skin still holding the glow of summer. The white silk shirt she wore left no doubt she tanned topless at the very least, and he couldn't see any tan lines revealed by her tiny thong. The thong was black, making it stand out.

She had firm upturned breasts, capped by small pink nipples. Her small waist was accented by her slightly wider hips. Trim runner's legs capped the whole package off. Jake decided he definitely wanted to get to know her better.

"You done?" her sarcastic voice brought Jake's gaze back to her face.

"I just got started," he said, giving her a friendly smile. "Look, it's obvious to me that Harv exaggerated the story a little. You don't seem to believe me, so let's go ask Harv together after school."

"Why wait, he's in the nurse's office, Dad can't get here to take him to the doctor until later and he refused an ambulance. I want you to look Harv in the eye and call him a liar." She spun on her heel, heading toward the administrative wing of the building.

Jake followed her, joined by Bonnie, Della, and Kimmy. When they arrived at the nurse's office the girls waited outside for Jake while he and Harv's sister went in.

Harvey paled upon seeing Jake and raised his hands defensively.

"Relax dude, I'm not going to hit you again. I just wanted to know why you told your sister that my friends held you while I hit you." Jake waited while Harvey's eyes locked on his sister's.

"Damn it Harvey!" she said after a moment. "You fucking lied to me and made me look like a fucking idiot!! You started it didn't you? I should have known! You better come up with a better story for Dad or he'll do worse than break your nose!" She plopped into a chair, head in her hands.

"Shit, are you trying to get kicked out or something? Dad's got enough going on trying to keep the bills paid with Mom gone. If it wasn't for me he would have kicked your sorry ass out a long time ago. What am I going to do now?"

"Sorry sis," Harv's voice was off, the plugs the nurse had inserted into his nose to control the bleeding making him sound like he had a bad head cold. "I just got pissed when I heard that he was fucking Jenna and kind of lost it." He glared at Jake, who just met Harvey's gaze calmly.

"Jesus Harv, when are you going to get it through your thick head she doesn't want anything to do with you? So what if he was fucking her. She was never your girlfriend and will never be your girlfriend!" She stood up heading for the door and almost ran into Jake, who was leaning against the door frame.

"Jenna, would that be Jenna Stuart?" Jake asked her softly. Harv shot him a dirty look, answering that question.

"Sorry dude, but your better off without her." Jake's shrug was almost apologetic. "Yes, I did sleep with her, and no I didn't know you liked her, and no it wouldn't have made a difference." Jake smirked as Harv began clenching his fist.

"Take it from someone who spent a little time with her, and fortunately it was only one afternoon. That girl is stuck on herself big time, she never shut up and it was all about her. She even talked about herself during sex, it was quite distracting."

"Do yourself a favor, if you're going to get stuck on a girl, pick one worth your time. I don't think much of you Harvey, you're a bully and a loser in my opinion, but even you don't deserve being saddled with an arrogant airhead like Jenna."

Jake could tell Harvey didn't like his assessment of his heart's desire, but his sister was about to crack up. She grabbed Jake by the arm and led him into the hallway. Bonnie and Kimmy were still waiting although Della was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm sorry Jake," she said as soon as the door shut behind her. When he shrugged she went on. "I really shouldn't have jumped you until I knew the facts and knowing Harvey, I should have questioned anything he said. I was wrong and I really, really shouldn't have jumped you in front of your friends. Will you forgive me?" She looked at Jake imploringly.

"I'll accept your apology and forgive you on two conditions," Jake said. Seeing her skeptical look he laughed. "It won't be anything that bad. First, you have to tell me your name. Second, you have to go out with me on a date, dinner and a movie or other activity, ... no strings attached," he rushed to add, seeing the fire in her eyes.

"Ok Jake, the first is easy enough, I'm Lana, and as for the second, when did you want to go?"

"How about this ... no make that next weekend? I have plans for this weekend."

"What about your girlfriend?" Lana asked. "Won't she object to you taking another girl out?"

"I don't have a girlfriend, Lana." Jake said. "I will talk to you later to make arrangements, first though, do you prefer a movie, or something else. We can do whatever you want."

"Well, the warm weather won't be around for much more and I would really like to be outdoors as much as possible. I enjoy lots of things, golf, volleyball, swimming, softball; I'm kind of a tomboy actually. I guess that comes from being the only girl in a house with two males."

"Alright, well you can pick, or if you trust me and if you want to be surprised, I'll pick," Jake said. They had begun walking back to the lunch room, classes would be resuming soon. Bonnie and Kimmy fell in behind them, smiling at each other. Kimmy was checking out Lana's ass, and liking what she saw. Bonnie punched her friend on the shoulder, laughing at her silently.

"Hey, you've got to admit that's a nice ass," Kimmy whispered to her friend. Bonnie rolled her eyes, but she did agree with Kimmy, it was a nice ass.

She wished her parents would let her dress like that. Although she was wearing very short shorts and a tight t-shirt without a bra, she couldn't get away with something like Lana was wearing. Most of the girls were wearing way less than she did, but her parents insisted she didn't need to advertise like they did.

Lana took her leave of Jake after promising to meet him after school to finalize plans for their date. Bonnie and Kimmy flanked Jake as they headed to their classes, the girls sharing history this hour, and Jacob having chemistry right across the hall.

"So why didn't you set something up for this weekend bro, got plans already?" Bonnie asked. She was hoping he didn't, having promised Kimmy she would try to set up a time for her and Jake to hook up.

"Yep, I've got a date with one of the hottest girls in the school." Jake shot a sideways look at Kimmy letting Bonnie know who he meant. Bonnie realized Jake had overheard their conversation and smiled at her brother.

"Is she as hot as Lana," Kimmy asked innocently, not knowing Jake was referring to her.

"Yes, she's a real looker. You probably know her quite well. She's good friends with my sister." Kimmy got a puzzled look until she saw the laughter in Jake and Bonnie's eyes.

"Oh you bitch; when did you ask him?" she growled. "I'm so fucking embarrassed, thank you very much!"

"She didn't ask me, I overheard your conversation at lunch. Sorry for teasing you, but I couldn't resist."

"Yeah ok, but that about me being as hot a Lana was a little over the top," Kimmy groused.

"Uh, excuse me," Jake said, stopping in the nearly empty hall as a few kids rushed by, trying to beat the bell. "I meant every word of what I said. Kimmy, you are a gorgeous girl, and I am honored and a little scared that you would want to try with me to see if you still have an interest in boys."

"You couldn't have picked a better one, believe me," Bonnie blurted out, before clapping her hand over her mouth. It was too late though.

"How would you kno... ? Oh my God!!! You? You've had... ?" Kimmy looked around to make sure no one was close. "You two have done it, like that's fucking kinky!"

This was the last response Jake had expected. He was looking at Kimmy for her reaction to Bonnie's slip and noticed the signs of arousal in her. Kimmy's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring a blush grew on her neck and upper chest and her nipples hardened instantly, poking out through the holes in her mesh top.

"You have got to tell me all about it, and soon," Kimmy said, her tongue flicking out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Jake could tell she was extremely turned on by the idea and he looked around, hearing the bell. The halls were deserted; all the kids in class, and Jake couldn't resist grabbing Bonnie and giving her a very sexy kiss. Kimmy's gasp turned into a moan as the kiss deepened.

Jake suddenly turned from Bonnie, grabbing Kimmy in his arms. His left hand grabbed her curly brown hair, pulling her into a kiss. His right slipped under her short skirt, pushing aside her panties and finding her hard clit. He strummed it quick and hard, the sudden onslaught to her senses sending Kimmy into an instant orgasm. He caught her cries in his mouth, holding her upright as her knees buckled.

When she had regained her strength and could stand on her own, he stepped back, licking her fluids from his fingers, while looking her in the eye.

"Oh, my God," Kimmy said, watching as his tongue cleaned her juices from his fingers. "It's the first day back to school and I'm getting ready to drag my best friend and her brother into a bathroom and fuck their brains out." She smiled, letting them know she was teasing. "We're late for class, but I need a moment." Jake smiled, waving goodbye to them and headed into his chemistry class.

The only seat available was in the front row and he felt self-conscious as he walked across the room, all eyes on him.

"Jacob," Mrs. Weller said, smiling at him. "Nice of you to join us, finally." Her eyes were twinkling and Jake knew she was having a little fun at his expense. "See me after class please." Jake nodded, taking his seat and accepting the text book she handed him.

She didn't do any teaching, just reminded the students that they would need to have a lab partner picked by Friday, and that if they didn't, she would assign one. She gave a basic overview of the course content, and encouraged them to read the first chapter before tomorrow.

Once the abbreviated class was over, school would be dismissing an hour early, Jake stopped at Mrs. Weller's desk. The Science Teacher leaned against the desk, fixing her eyes on him.

"Jake, I've been hearing some rumors about you that have disturbed me, and then you show up late for class on the first day. I wanted to make sure that my star pupil has his head screwed on straight."

"Yes Mrs. Weller," Jake replied. "I don't know what rumors you're talking about, but I assure you I will do my best in your and any other class."

"Well, good. As far as the rumors, I heard you were involved in a fight today, and well, that you have suddenly become quite promiscuous over the summer. I know with the changing attitudes toward these matters it is hard for a young man to practice restraint. I do hope however, first as your health teacher, and second as a friend, that you are practicing safe sex."

Jake nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable discussing his sex life with his favorite teacher. Mrs. Weller was not that much older than he, having just finished her time as a student teacher during Jake's freshman year. She had also starred in some of his adolescent fantasies, fueled by stolen looks down her top as she leaned over his desk to discuss something with him.

"Good, I won't say anything more on the subject, but I am a little disturbed at how you have changed since last year. You have grown some, I would say quite a bit actually, and you have filled out." Jacob had noticed in the past that she had a habit of playing with the buttons on her lab coat when nervous. She was doing so now, unbuttoning and re-buttoning the top two buttons.

The buttons were spaced farther apart than on a shirt or blouse and loosening them revealed a quite a bit of skin. It appeared she wasn't wearing a shirt under it, or if she was, it was low cut and had tiny straps. As her fingers fumbled at the buttons, more was revealed, and Jake realized he was seeing a lot of his favorite teacher.

With a start Jake realized Mrs. Weller was not wearing a bra. He began to harden; the episode with Kimmy in the hall already having ramped up his libido. Embarrassed, he mumbled something to her about being late for his next class and hustled out of the room. Jeez, he thought, now you're lusting after your teacher.

He met up with Della in the hall as she was headed to her next class. He walked with her until their ways parted; he headed to History and then Gym, which was his last class of the day. He normally took gym first hour, to get it out of the way and because most of the jocks took it last hour. This kept him as far removed from his tormentors as possible. Before this summer, he did not want to even think of being in an unsupervised locker room with a bunch of football players.

It wasn't that he was afraid of them; instead he was afraid of himself. Having trained in the martial arts since he was five, and subsequently earning no less than four black belts in as many disciplines, Jake knew what he was capable of. He also knew that if he was ganged up on in the locker room and chose to defend himself, someone was going to get hurt.

Before this year he wouldn't allow himself to hurt anyone, but something had changed, he wasn't sure what yet and wasn't totally comfortable with the change. He had broken Harvey's nose with one punch, a punch that he delivered with just that result in mind. He had wanted to end it quickly and decisively, and that had seemed the best option open to him. Hopefully word would reach the jocks, and he would be left alone during gym next hour.

His next class should give him a hint, as it was taught by the head football coach, the school using his "teaching time" to justify his high salary. Of course, his class was also popular with the football players, who could count on any extra help needed to score well on exams.

He walked into the assigned classroom, dreading this class. It wasn't that he didn't necessarily like History; it just wasn't his favorite class. He was required to have two years of it to get his diploma, and had put it off as long as possible.

He had taken one class last year, and would be taking the second this year. As his morning schedule was full of his favorite classes, it left this block as the only one left to him. He sighed as he sat down, watching as the jocks gathered around Coach's desk, all talking football.

Jake took a seat at the back, watching as a gaggle of cheerleaders came in, most wearing short skirts and thongs and tops that looked like uniform tops, but had a transparent band across the chest, displaying their tits. Jake had spent some time with three of them over the summer, and they obviously remembered him fondly, as they all made a point of greeting him.

He received a few dirty looks from some of the guys; everyone was supposed to know the rule that cheerleaders were the property of the team. Jake ignored the looks, and even made a tentative date to hook up with Kathy, a vivacious red head, after school the next day. One of the players came back to where he was sitting and plopped into the chair beside him.

Zach was as close to a best friend as Jake had, having been the best of friends until puberty hit the other boy. He had grown to and impressive 6'3" and his frame had filled out to match. His 200lbs of all muscle and quick feet made him the star running back his sophomore and junior years, a role he was certain to fill again this year.

"Jake, good to see you," he said, clapping him on the shoulder. Zach's parents were divorced; he lived with his mother, but spent a large part of the summer with his father two states away. "You've changed man, and I don't just mean physically, there's something different about you."

"Yeah, he's a big man around campus now," Kathy said, tongue in cheek. "From what I hear he's probably the biggest." Jake blushed at her comment, which set the girls to giggling.

"Oh yeah, no one else even comes close," Toni spoke up. "He's like the biggest in the whole school." She held her hands about a foot apart, watching Zach's face as he finally caught on to her meaning.

"Hey, a guy doesn't want to hear shit like that about another guy, that's just wrong." He studied Jake for a moment. "It would however, explain your sudden popularity among the girls."

"Oh he's popular alright, by my count he's had 13 different girls since June, and some of them more than once," Toni uttered helpfully. Jake felt like slipping through a crack in the floor and then thought what the hell, if they're going to talk, I should at least make sure they have their facts straight.

"Actually Toni, it was 15, and I had some of them three times, one four, and another who is looking to make it four." Kathy blushed at this statement, while Zach stared at him, jaw on his chest.

"Dude, you've suddenly become Don Juan or something. I've heard size matters, but surely not that much." Zach shook his head as Coach called the class to order. Several of the cheerleaders made an obvious effort to set close to Jake, triggering more dirty looks and a few grumbles from the players.

Coach called the roll and handed out the text books. He assigned no chapters to read, and instead began discussing the team's prospects against various rivals, filling the rest of the time with football.

Several of the cheerleaders lost interest quickly and began talking with Jake. Some had heard of his reputation from the other's who had experienced him first hand. They were obviously curious, wanting to know if the rumors were true. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to brag, but the girls that had experienced the new Jake first-hand soon filled in the rest.

Zach had joined the group clustered around the chalkboard as Coach diagramed some new plays. Jake was the only guy left at the seats and he was soon surrounded himself. He spent the last fifteen minutes of the first day assuring several girls he would get around to them, and some that he was ok with a return visit.

In the parking lot he waited by his Mustang for his sisters. They lived about five miles from the school, and while it was a nice day, making them walk would not be nice. Della finally appeared, followed by Bonnie and Kimmy. Kimmy walked with Bonnie to Jake's car, deep in conversation. They finally parted and Bonnie rushed to join Jake and Della.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," Bonnie said. "Kimmy wanted to finalize plans for this weekend. Now she wants Della and me to be there too." Della questioned her, and Bonnie revealed what had happened in the hall.

"You fingered her to an orgasm right in the hall?" Della asked, shocked by Jake's boldness. Jake merely shrugged, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, and that's not all, I got to see Mrs. Weller's tits today too." This got the girls' attention; Mrs. Weller was on their parents list as a possible contact regarding a pre-pack. Mark, their dad, had expressed an interest in her, and Jake knew why.

She was good looking, and obviously smart. No one had contacted her yet, and Jake had said he would try to find out how she had scored on the CAP testing. He suspected she had score quite well, and would probably be able to volunteer on her own. However, she might be an additional sponsor for their group.

"Have you ever noticed how she plays with her buttons on her lab coat when she's nervous?" he asked his sisters. Neither had noticed so Jake explained his conversation and what had occurred during it.

"She was worried about me being safe during sex and impressed the importance of using protection." The girls nodded, so far the only ones Jake had fucked without a condom were them, and they were on the pill. After their first time, Bonnie had insisted on getting tested, she had been rather promiscuous in the past, and she wanted to make sure she didn't pass anything on to her siblings.

"So did she like open her coat and show them to you or what?" Della asked. She had Mrs. Weller for first hour biology, and although the woman had her coat on during class, it was open and she had worn a blouse underneath.

"Not really, I mean she kept playing with those buttons and when she had them undone I could see just about everything. The way she was kind of fidgeting around I even got a flash or two of nipple."

Della was curious as to when Mrs. Weller had removed her top, as she'd had it on during first hour. It was obvious that she had taken in off sometime prior to Jake's class with her. Bonnie teased Jake, saying his teacher had the hots for him.

Jake shrugged; he liked her, and knew the woman was divorced, having gotten a quickie divorce complements of a Marine pickup the year before. Her husband had been present and had a high enough score to volunteer, which he did, leaving his wife behind.

The siblings discussed other girls as prospects for Jake while he waited in the line of cars attempting to exit the parking lot. As he neared the exit a young woman who looked familiar came running up, flagging them down. Bonnie rolled her window down, recognizing the girl at the last minute.

"Hey Jasmine, what's up?" she asked. Jake realized the girl was their new neighbor. She and her mother had moved in back in June, and Jake had seen her outside the home several times, although he had never spoken with her.

"Bonnie, God I'm glad I caught you guys! Mom called and she's stuck at work, can you give me a lift home?" Bonnie nodded, hopping out of the front seat and climbing in the back with Della. Jasmine sat up front with Jake, smiling shyly at him.

"Hi, I'm Jasmine. I've seen you out in your yard, but I don't think we've ever been introduced."

"Nice to meet you," Jake said as he eased out on the clutch, smoothly accelerating the vintage car out of the parking lot.

"Nice ride, what year is it?" Jasmine asked, checking out the fully restored interior.

"Oh you've screwed up now," Della said with a laugh. "This is Jake's baby, he restored her himself and loves to talk about her."

"Hey, I put a lot of time into fixing her up," Jake said defensively. "She's a '70 Mach One, and about seventy percent original. I had to do some body work and put on a new paint job. I overhauled the engine and replaced the interior. Are you interested in old cars or just being nice by asking?"

"Honestly, I was just being nice, but it looks like you did a very good job." She looked around the interior, admiring the leather seats and plush carpeting. "You did all this yourself? Impressive," she said when Jake nodded. "I like it."

Jasmine turned in the seat, talking with Della and Bonnie; it was obvious the girls were on speaking terms. Jake studied her out of the corner of his eye, she was rather conservatively dressed for the times, her long legs encased in form fitting blue jeans and wearing a standard blouse, a light green that complemented her hazel eyes.

"Just pull in your drive, I'll walk over," she said as they neared home. When Jake stopped the car she hopped out, pulling the front seat forward so the girls in the back could get out. Thanking them for the ride she jogged down the sidewalk and up to her door, her backpack bouncing against her shoulder blades.