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Jason And Jennifer Naked In School - Sunday
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

All rights reserved. This story may be downloaded for personal use, but 
any posting to a website, free or otherwise, is strictly forbidden.

Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional 
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a 
fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All 
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. 
Now, on to the show!

*****

CHAPTER ONE - JENNIFER

For the life of me, I didn't understand what had happened the night 
before. I thought Jason would be up for a threesome with Heather. I 
thought he'd be excited by the thought. I thought he would have been 
happy for me, but instead he storms out of the room.

I felt like such a slut, only I didn't know why. I hadn't been able to 
fall asleep for hours, and when I finally did it wasn't pleasant.

"Go away," I mumbled into my pillow as someone shook my shoulder.

"Jennifer," said a familiar voice. "Get up." I tried to shrug off 
whoever it was, but the insistent shaking finally woke me up and I 
rolled over to see Heather standing there, looking around nervously.

"What do you want?" I asked, unhappy I'd been roused from my sleep. I 
glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly seven o'clock. If I didn't 
hurry I'd be late for the team breakfast before we headed back.

"Where's Jason?" Heather asked cautiously, looking around the bathroom 
door. Suddenly I lost it.

"I don't know," I cried, burying my face in a pillow. "We had a huge 
fight and he thinks I cheated on him and he just took off and I have no 
idea where he is and..." I finally choked off my stream of words and 
collapsed back onto the bed.

"What?" Heather asked, her eyes wide. "Slow down... what happened?"

"I... I happened to mention what the two of us did on Friday night to 
Jason and he freaked out. He thought I was cheating on him, but I 
wasn't!"

"Wait a minute. Why would he think you were cheating on him?"

"Because... because you and I had sex," I sobbed.

"And this was a surprise to him... why? He knew about you and Theresa 
in class, didn't he?"

"Yes, but he didn't know I was going to try it again. We hadn't talked 
about it, but still..."

"But still, nothing. Shit girl, you did cheat on him."

"I did not," I said angrily. "It wasn't like you fucked me. You're a girl."

"Jennifer," Heather said, sitting down on the bed beside me. "We had 
sex. You said so yourself. Shit... was he pissed?"

"I think so. He said he felt sick and ran out of the room. I haven't 
seen him since."

I was beginning to feel horrible myself. It would never have occurred 
to me that what Heather and I had done was cheating on Jason, but of 
course it was. Sex is sex, no matter who's doing it, and just because 
she's a girl doesn't mean it didn't hurt him, but I didn't think of 
that. Maybe I would have if I'd been thinking right, but I clearly 
hadn't been doing any thinking at all Friday night.

She was right, I had cheated on him, and now he was nowhere to be seen.

"When did you last see him?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Last night? A little before midnight when he took off."

"Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" she asked.

"I don't know. We had the whole thing set up so our parents thought he 
was staying with Coach, and Coach was even planning on it, but we were 
hoping he'd get too drunk to realize that Jason was never in the room."

"Call him," she said, reaching over and grabbing the handset out of the 
cradle. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Call Coach?" I asked, and she nodded. "Why? So he knows that Jason 
spent the night here? Are you crazy?"

"But Jason didn't spend the night," Heather pointed out. "You're 
worried, you had a fight and you don't know where he is. Trust me, 
Coach will be worried too, and you won't get in trouble."

I sighed, but realized she was probably right, and dialed Coach's room. 
He answered right away, and I explained what had happened. I left out 
the part of us screwing in the shower and what had happened between 
Heather and myself, but I said enough to get the point across.

"Let me see what I can do," he said. "I'll call down to the front desk 
and see if anyone there knows anything. Maybe he grabbed a cab 
somewhere or called home."

"I doubt it," I grumbled. "He didn't have any money and our family 
wouldn't have gotten home until around one or two in the morning."

"Well, you're probably right," he agreed. "But I'll check just in case."

"Coach?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"No problem."

We hung up and Coach presumably called down to the front desk. Heather 
was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and I just sunk back into 
the warmth and security of the bed.

What had I gotten myself into?


CHAPTER TWO - JASON

"Jason," said a familiar voice. "Get up." I tried to shrug away the 
hand that was shaking my shoulder and slowly I began to wake up. My 
first thought was I didn't have any idea where I was. I blinked my 
eyes, trying to get the sleep out, and looked around. I was in the 
hotel lobby and Coach White was trying to wake me up.

Suddenly it all came back. Last night. Jennifer and Heather. Jennifer 
and me fighting. Me running out on her.

"Hey," I said cautiously, wondering why Coach was down here so early.

"Hey Jason," he said. "How are you doing this morning? Comfortable chair?"

He laughed as I looked down at the very uncomfortable chair which had 
been my bed. I had lines all over my arms from laying on the arm, and 
felt a headache coming on.

"No," I grumbled.

"Well, let's get you up to my room. Why didn't you come in, by the 
way?" he asked. I looked at his face to see if he knew what had 
happened, but he seemed sincere.

"It was late," I said. "I didn't want to wake you up." It was the 
truth, but just enough to not be a lie. It had been late when I ran out 
of Jennifer's room, but I would have been too much of a mess to face 
Coach last night.

"Well, why don't we get you up to my room. What do you think about 
that? I think a nice shower would do you good."

I agreed and the two of us took the stairs to his room. The shower was 
good and my head was clearer by the time I had dried off.

"So you and Jennifer had a fight?" he asked casually, and I felt my jaw 
about hit the floor.

"You... how?"

"She called this morning," he said, and a bit of panic began to set in.

"She did?" I asked. "What did she say?"

"She said you'd had a fight and she was worried about you, and didn't 
know where you were. I was surprised to not see you, but I think maybe 
I drank a little too much last night, and couldn't remember if you'd 
ever come in."

I grinned a little at that. We'd been right, and we would have gotten 
away with it, if Jennifer hadn't turned out to be such a slut.

"I went down to the lobby," I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"The lobby?"

"No," Coach laughed. "Your fight. Lovers' quarrel?"

"How did you know?" I sat on the edge of the bed, totally defeated. It 
seemed as if I was unable to keep secrets from anyone, and felt myself 
give in to the inevitability of having this conversation.

"It's pretty obvious the two of you are in love," he said. "The way you 
look at her, the way she looks at you. It was cute how she kept looking 
into the stands to catch your eye, and how she was the first person you 
congratulated after we won the match. Not all brothers are like that," 
he said.

"Step-brother," I corrected.

"I know. Still, even this morning you kind of sigh every time I say her 
name, and you're really down about something. Since she was just as 
worried about you I thought maybe something had happened. Are you sure 
you don't want to talk about it?"

I did want to talk, but I wasn't sure how much I should say. How would 
he react when I told him that the problem had all stemmed from the fact 
that two of his star players had been sucking each other's pussies in 
the hotel room, and one of the girls happened to be my step-sister? I 
didn't think I should lay that all on him.

"I... I'm not sure what to think," I finally said. "I thought we were 
in love, but now I don't know if she loves me."

"Sex?"

"What?"

"Is this over sex?" he asked. I squirmed, again trying to say as little 
as possible.

"Yes."

"So she either cheated on you or she doesn't want to have sex, am I right?"

Christ, are all adults this smart?

"Yes. But I just don't know..."

"Another guy?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Ah."

What did that mean? Did he know everything already? Fortunately, Coach 
saw my confusion and took pity on me.

"It's not as uncommon as you might think," he said. "Lots of girls have 
their first kiss with another girl, and experimentation happens more 
often than most girls let on."

"But..."

"Do you love her?" he asked, and I felt all my arguments die in my 
head, because that really was the question, wasn't it? Did I love her?

Slowly I nodded my head. I did love her, and was heart-broken when I 
found out about her and Heather.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked softly.

"Of course it is!" he laughed. "If you didn't love her you wouldn't 
have a problem, now would you?"

I finally got it.

"So what do I do?" I asked.

"That's really up to the two of you, but I think you need to ask her 
how she feels. If she loves you, then you're halfway home. A good, 
honest discussion might be in order, but that's a good thing. If she 
doesn't love you then... well... not a whole lot you can do."

"I guess," I said. I sighed and stood up, ready to go face whatever 
might come my way. Regardless, I was going to tell Jennifer I loved 
her. No matter how she might feel, I was going to make sure she knew my 
heart was hers to do with as she pleased.

I was nervous though, because I didn't know how she felt. Although I 
hoped she loved me, and thought she did, the thought that she might 
step all over me frightened me to death.


CHAPTER THREE - JENNIFER

I jumped when someone knocked on the door, but Heather got off the bed 
and ran to get it.

"You're here!" she shouted, pushing whoever it was into the hallway. 
There was a long silence before the door opened up again, and Heather 
stuck her head in the door.

"I'm going to breakfast," she said. "I'll bring you up an apple and a 
couple bagels, okay?" I nodded, wondering who had been at the door, but 
Heather quickly answered my question. "There's someone here to see 
you," she said and Jason walked into the room as Heather closed the 
door behind him.

"Hey," I said, pulling the covers up to my neck. I was unable to look 
at him, and was ashamed to know what he must think of me.

"Hey," he said, sitting down beside me. I took a quick glance at his 
face, and to my surprise he didn't seem too upset.

"I'm sorry," we both said at the same moment, and we laughed.

"Me too," I said and he nodded.

"Me too."

"I just don't understand..."

"Jennifer, wait. I need to apologize. I over-reacted last night. I 
should have stayed and let you talk to me, but I was just... so mad. 
I'm sorry. I only have one question for you, and then I'll leave if you 
want."

"What?"

"Do you love me? Because I still love you and if you don't love me then 
I'll leave, but..."

"I do!"

"What?"

"I do love you. Thank you thank you thank you," I said over and over as 
I jumped into his arms. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. "Heather talked 
some sense into me this morning. I didn't think about how you'd feel 
about... about me with another girl, and I'm so sorry. I thought you'd 
enjoy it but I should have talked with you about it first. Oh God... I 
love you so much and I was so scared when you stormed out like that 
last night."

"Oh Jennifer," he moaned as he leaned in to kiss me. "I didn't know 
what I was going to do," he said. "This has all been so hectic, and 
there's so much we have to talk about, but promise me this won't ever 
happen again."

"I promise," I said, meaning it completely. "No more girls for me." I 
was serious, but Jason started laughing. "What? Stop laughing at me," I 
grumbled.

"Oh, that's funny," he said. "I didn't mean that. I meant us. Promise 
me that we'll never get into such a big fight that we can't even talk 
about it."

"Oh. I promise that too."

"No."

"No, what?"

"You don't have to promise to never be with another girl, just promise 
that we'll talk about it. I don't want any other girlfriends besides 
you."

"And I don't want any either," I said. "But playing is okay?"

"Playing is OK," he agreed.

"As long as we talk about it first," I promised.

Then I attacked him.


CHAPTER FOUR - JASON

I was caught a little unprepared as Jennifer jumped all over me. We 
were of course both naked, and she was obviously horny, and I was 
expecting this to be the greatest make-up sex I'd ever had.

"Make love to me," Jennifer whispered into my ear. Our hands reached 
out and started gently exploring the other's body.

"Gladly," I said as my cock started to rise. Jennifer felt it bump 
against her thigh and looked down at it as she reached out a hand and 
gently slid her fingers over the head.

I threw my head back as Jennifer slowly began toying with my cock, her 
fingers traveling up and down my shaft as she stroked me. Jennifer 
reached out a hand and pushed me back on the bed as she crawled between 
my legs.

"Don't move," she said. "Let me do all the work."

I nodded, gasping with pleasure as I felt her hot mouth envelop my 
cock. She licked up the veiny bottom of my cock, starting at my balls 
and working her way up, teasing her tongue over the crown of my prick, 
before trying to swallow me whole.

"Jesus," I blurted as I felt the tip of my cock bump against the back 
of her throat. Jennifer gagged, coming up for a breath, before sinking 
down on me once again. This continued for a few minutes, Jennifer 
trying to get more and more of my cock down her throat.

Suddenly I felt her throat muscles relax and my cock slipped past and 
down, and I felt her nose brush through my pubic hair. The feeling was 
almost indescribable as her throat muscles contracted around my shaft.

"God," she gasped as she sat up, a proud look on her face. "I didn't 
think I was going to be able to do it. That was a lot of work," she 
panted.

"Felt good," I said. Jennifer reached out a hand, smearing her saliva 
over my cock, now quivering with each gentle touch.

Jennifer knelt down again, taking me all the way into her mouth time 
and again, and I felt the cum begin boiling up from my balls.

"I'm going to cum," I warned as I felt my orgasm rushing out of me. 
Jennifer mumbled something unintelligible and forced more of my cock 
down her throat. Suddenly I erupted and had to force myself not to 
thrust against her face as my semen pumped down her throat.

"I got it all," Jennifer laughed as she panted for breath. She opened 
her mouth, showing me not a trace of my orgasm. She had swallowed 
everything and I reached out to touch her face.

"You didn't need to do that," I said, "but thank you. I loved it."

"Don't just tell me you loved it," she said, rolling over to her back 
and spreading her legs. "Show me, dammit."

I found myself eager for the task and dove right in, my tongue lashing 
all over Jennifer's swollen pussy lips. She was flooding my face with 
her juices, so aroused was she, but I slurped up the tangy fluids, 
coating my lips and tongue with her essence, and quickly brought her to 
her own orgasm.

"Holy shit," she moaned as we held each other. "That was good."

"As good as Heather?" I teased, regretting my words as I felt Jennifer 
stiffen beside me.

"Don't," she said and I felt like a heel.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear. 
Shit... I wasn't trying to bring it up... I just wanted to know."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You were better."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. She knew exactly where my buttons were and how to push them, but 
you... you were like a crazy man down there. It felt like you had three 
tongues and about fifteen fingers, and I must have drenched you when I 
came!"

"Taste yourself?" I asked as I leaned over to kiss her. Jennifer opened 
her mouth and our tongues explored gently. I could taste the salty 
remnants of my orgasm in her mouth, and she moaned as she licked her 
juices from my lips. I felt my cock give a valiant effort to rise to 
the occasion once more, but I was too drained.

"That was hot," she said and I noticed her face was still flushed with arousal.

"That it was," I agreed.

"Jason?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be mad at me okay?"

"Why would I be?"

"I mean, at the question I'm about to ask, but... what would you think 
of a threesome?"

"Why?"

"I don't know... I love your cock, and having sex with you is the most 
amazing thing I've ever done, but... I loved playing with Heather too."

"I... I'd have to... we'd need to talk about it," I said.

"What about it?"

"Do I get to fuck the other girl?" I asked and saw Jennifer's eyebrows 
shoot up as she realized what a threesome might mean.

"Oh... Oh!"

"I just don't want us to get in a situation where one of us gets hurt," I said.

"But..."

"But I would be willing to think about it."

"If the right person came along?"

"Yes."

"Like Heather?" she asked, a nervous expression on her face.

How to answer that? I had nothing against Heather, and didn't hold her 
responsible at all, but it would always be in the back of my mind what 
had happened.

"I don't know," I sighed. "It's just that... she would always kind of 
be in the way, you know? I think I would feel like we were both 
competing for your attentions," I said. "Even if we weren't."

"You wouldn't be," she said. "And even if she was... Jason, I'm yours."

"You love me then?"

"I love you."


CHAPTER FIVE - JENNIFER

I was relieved, to say the least, as Jason and I showered. There was 
still a little time to catch breakfast if we hurried. Hurrying was a 
problem though, but I can say that when we finally left the bathroom, 
we were both as clean as we had ever been.

We rushed downstairs to the hotel's dining area, where a continental 
breakfast was being served. Jason and I both grabbed a bowl of cereal 
and some fruit and munched away at our breakfast as quickly as we could.

"Come on," I said as I dragged Jason outside. I could see the bus was 
pulling up and the rest of my teammates and coach were standing waiting 
for it, preparing to pack up.

We stepped up to the team and I almost laughed, as I saw that half of 
the girls were wearing their first place medals.

"Where's your medal?" Jason asked and I almost panicked, thinking I'd 
forgotten it in the hotel room, but just then Heather came up.

"I have it," she said, and I put it on and gave everyone a goofy smile. 
"I also grabbed you a banana," she said and then burst out laughing as 
she saw Jason trying to cover his crotch. "But I guess you got your own 
banana, don't you?" she grinned, as she peeled the fruit and began 
taking seductive bites of the banana.

"That's right, she does," Jason laughed. "But don't get any ideas, 
okay?" he asked me, pointing at Heather. "No taking that big of bites, 
got it?"

"Got it," I said. "Who needs to take a bite anyway? Not when I can just 
swallow the whole thing." Heather about choked on her banana, her eyes 
opening wide as Jason laughed and pounded her on the back. She stared 
at me, trying to figure out if I was joking, but I just nodded my head.

Jason and I were standing around, talking with Coach as the rest of the 
team packed their suitcases and stuff on the bus, when Jason suddenly 
turned around and said hello to someone.

I turned and saw Susan standing there with an older woman I assumed was 
her mother.

"Hi guys," she said, waving at us.

"Who are your friends?" the woman asked.

"Mom, this is Jennifer and Jason, and over there is Coach White."

When Coach heard his name he turned and broke into a big smile, quickly 
coming over and giving Susan a big hug.

"This little lady is the reason we won last night," he said, and Susan 
blushed proudly, performing a little curtsey.

"She did what?" her mother asked, and the four of us all explained at 
once how it had been Susan's quick thinking that led to the team coming 
out naked in the fifth game.

"She did herself proud," Coach said as he headed to the bus. "I'll give 
you guys a few minutes," he added.

"Susan, I'll let you say goodbye. I'll go get the car."

"Okay Mom."

"So, that's your mom?" Jason asked. "She seems nice."

"Nicer than my dad, you mean," Susan said, but she didn't seem bitter about it.

"Well... yeah," he stammered. Just then Coach asked Jason if he could 
help with the loading and he happily snuck away.

"I'm sorry," I said. "He's a little insensitive sometimes."

"It's okay. My dad is kind of a jerk. I'm glad though... It sounds 
pretty sure that I'll be staying with her. My dad just throws a fit 
whenever I talk to him on the phone now."

"That's good, as long as you're happy," I said.

"I am, God, it's so much better already. It's just..."

"What?"

"I'm going to have to switch schools, and I'm not going to know anybody 
in town, except for you guys."

"Well, you'll just have to come over and hang out then, won't you?" I asked.

"You wouldn't mind?" she asked timidly.

"We'd love to have you. I'm sorry if I was weird earlier this week," I 
said. "I was just falling in love with Jason and I thought I might be 
losing him to you."

"What?" she asked, clearly stunned at my revelation.

"Yeah, I know. But I know he thinks you're cute, in fact when you get 
in your car," I said as her mom drove up, "I bet he checks out your 
butt."

"He will not," she said, blushing madly. I took a quick look at Jason, 
seeing if he had heard our conversation, but he was still busy helping 
pack the bus.

"Trust me," I said, grinning. "Who knows? I might check you out too," I 
laughed, as she squirmed under my gaze.

"Why?" she asked shyly.

"I think you're cute," I answered. "Jason blabs about this to 
everybody, so he probably told you, but if he didn't... I like girls as 
well as boys."

"He said you did," she said, "but I didn't know whether to believe it."

"Believe it," I laughed.

"So what happens? He watches you with other girls?"

"No. If we do anything it will be together."

"Like three of you together?" she asked, her eyes wide, and I thought I 
saw her shudder at the idea.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm sorry, does this bother you?" I asked, thinking 
she was upset.

"No," she whispered. "It turns me on something awful! I'm surprised I'm 
not dripping all over the sidewalk."

"Hmm... maybe we'll have to give you a call," I said. "Can I get your 
mom's phone number?"

"Yes!" she practically shouted as she went through her purse, trying to 
find a pen and paper. She wrote her number and handed it to me. "You'll 
call me?" she asked.

"Trust me, but I have to talk to Jason first," I said. Just then 
Susan's mom pulled up in the car and called for her.

"We're ready!" she said, and Susan ran to the car. I watched, smiling 
as I saw Jason's eyes follow Susan's ass as it swayed under her short 
skirt. She really was a pretty girl, and it was easy to understand what 
he saw in her. Heck, I was surprised I wasn't as wet as a lake just 
from the way she had looked at me!

Just before she climbed in the car, Susan turned around, looking first 
at Jason then at me.

"Did he?" she yelled.

"Did he what?" I asked, watching Jason from the corner of my eye.

"Did he check out my butt?" she asked.

"Yep!" I shouted, as Jason scurried into the bus, clearly embarrassed 
at being caught.

"Good," she said, laughing as she got in the car. She shut the door and 
waved as she drove off. I waved after her and climbed on board the bus, 
ready for the long ride home.


CHAPTER SIX - JASON

I slept for most of the way home, thankful that Jennifer had decided to 
snuggle up next to me. She rested with her head on my shoulder, and I 
leaned down, my face nestled in her hair. She smelled like 
strawberries, and her constant presence had me immediately hard, though 
I didn't mind.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of a beautiful dream I was 
having. In it, I was sitting in my dad's recliner at home, and Jennifer 
was laying across my lap, gently sucking on my cock.

I was jarred awake as the bus hit a large pothole in the road, and I 
suddenly heard Jennifer choking. I glanced over to where she was 
sitting, except she wasn't sitting there any longer.

"Down here," she said, coughing around my cock, and I started as I 
realized it hadn't been a dream. Sometime after I had fallen asleep 
Jennifer had laid down in my lap, and had idly been sucking on my 
length.

"Are you okay?" I asked, as Jennifer continued to cough.

"I'm fine," she said weakly. "The bump caught me off guard and... you 
kind of went down the wrong way."

"Shit. I'm sorry," I said.

"Not your fault. See, I'm better already, now lean back," she said, 
sucking me into her wet mouth once more. She gave me a long lick, and 
my toes curled as I felt her tongue swirl around the sensitive head of 
my prick before she backed off. "It's okay if you touch me too," she 
said.

"What if we get caught?" I whispered. A few people were sleeping, but 
not everyone, and we were kind of in the middle of the bus.

"It's okay," she grinned, raking her teeth lightly over my crown. 
"Andrea's watching out for us."

"What?" I said, rather too loudly. I whipped my head around and met 
Andrea's gaze. She was blushing and I could tell she was excited from 
watching Jennifer snack on my cock.

"I won't tell," she said, grinning as I squirmed in embarrassment. 
"Thanks for letting me watch."

"No problem," I said, shivering as Jennifer once again inhaled my 
entire length down her throat. Andrea watched in amazement as her 
teammate seemed to swallow me whole.

"Wow," she whispered, her eyes darting back and forth, from the front 
of the bus to the back, and quickly down to my lap.

Wanting to give Jennifer as much as she was giving me, I reached around 
with my left hand and caught one breast in my palm, gently squeezing 
and twisting at the sensitive flesh. She moaned in approval as I 
lightly circled her nipples, already tight and erect.

Jennifer began squirming in the seat and I took the opportunity to 
shift my other hand from around her waist and down around the perfect 
globes of her ass. She knew where I was going, and spread her legs, and 
I slipped a finger down the crack of her ass, into the wet swamp of her 
pussy.

She was slick and hot, whether from my touches or from the blowjob I 
didn't know, but it was quick work before I had inserted my thumb into 
her hot tunnel. I was able to strum my other fingers over her clit, and 
soon Jennifer was writhing on me, stroking my cock with her hand as he 
mouth panted her arousal.

"Oh God," she moaned lightly, turning her head to squeal into my 
stomach as a tiny tremor hit her. "So good," she hissed.

Feeling a large orgasm close at hand, I sped up my motions, flicking 
over the tiny button of her clit, now peaking up from the top of her 
wet slit. Her entire crotch was now in my hand, and I twisted and 
pulled on her fat lips while she stroked frantically at my shaft.

Andrea watched, her guard duties long forgotten, as I slipped on finger 
back and grazed over the puckered bump of Jennifer's anus. She froze 
for a moment and I was able to push into her up to my first knuckle, 
when suddenly she began thrashing around as she hit peak after peak of 
her orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me, and I saw Andrea mouth "wow" to me before 
turning around to the front of the bus.

I sat there, my cock still hard and an angry red, while Jennifer slowly 
relaxed. Finally she caught her breath and once again attacked my 
prick, sucking on me furiously while I held on to the back of the seat 
in front of us for support.

I felt my blood begin boiling as my cum churned up toward my cock. 
Jennifer felt it too as she squeezed and fondled my balls, and suddenly 
I saw stars and I exploded into her mouth.

Jennifer was unable to keep me all in this time, and ended up coughing 
up a large amount of my cum onto her chest and my lap as the bus hit 
another bump.

"Sorry," she said, wiping my sticky deposit from her lips.

"I'm sorry," I said, laughing as Jennifer licked off each finger. She 
looked like a cat cleanings its fir.

"What's funny?" she asked, annoyed at my giggles.

"Nothing. You just look like a cat."

"A cat, huh?" she grinned, wiping a long strand of my cum from her 
forearm. "Close, I guess. You can have this pussy any time you want," 
she said as she leaned against me.

We were both excited, and I know my heart was still beating rapidly as 
the bus got closer to home.

"Oh God," Jennifer moaned. "I don't want to have to face Mom again."

I smiled, knowing that things would probably change quite a bit after 
the two had a chance to talk. I had thought about telling her Mom's 
secret, but decided Jennifer should hear it from her mom.

"Don't worry about that," I said. "I think things will be okay."

"Why?"

"Let's just say I have a good idea," I said mysteriously.

"What do you know?" she demanded, but I just smiled, and Jennifer 
finally gave up and went back to leaning against me as the bus pulled 
into town.

Our parents were waiting for us when we arrived at school, and gave us 
a big round of hugs.

As I was walking to the car, Dad pulled me aside.

"Honey?" he called ahead to where Mom and Jennifer were standing. "I 
think Jason and I are going to run by the office, okay?" Mom and Dad 
had driven separately and Jennifer was heading toward Mom's car while 
Dad and I walked to his.

"Can I come along too?" Samantha asked, running over to us.

"Sure you can," he said, and the three of us climbed into his car.

"What did you need at the office?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just thought we'd get some ice cream. Sound good to you 
guys?" he asked.

"Yes," Samantha said quickly.

"What?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"We wanted to give Jennifer a chance to talk with Mom by themselves," 
Samantha answered, giving me a smile. "Plus we get ice cream."

"Why couldn't they just talk at the ice cream place?" I said, before I 
thought about what I was asking.

"Because they're talking about..."

"Got it," I interrupted before Samantha could finish. "Did you guys 
have a talk too?" I asked, curious as to how she was taking it.

"Yeah. That was pretty bad how that all happened," she said.

"You okay with it?"

"I guess. It's weird, knowing that the guy I thought was my dad really 
wasn't though. It's like I shouldn't love him now."

"That's not true," said Dad, looking over his shoulder to Samantha in 
the back seat. "He loved you very much. I love you the same way. You 
aren't my daughter, but I love you just as much as if you were," he 
said.

"I know. I love you too," Samantha said, and I reached over to give her a hug.

We did stop for ice cream, but mainly we just drove around. Samantha 
and Dad had lots of questions about what happened after they left. I 
told a highly edited story of how Jennifer and I had a little fight, 
but we had patched things up.

"Are things okay?" Dad asked, suddenly concerned.

"Yeah... it wasn't a big deal," I said. It wasn't but it could have 
been, I wanted to say. "We're fine."

"Good. Your mother and I are going out this evening," he said. "We 
thought you and Jennifer might want some time alone."

"What about me?" Samantha said. "Can't I stay at home?"

"No, you'll come with us. It'll be fun. We're going shopping and out 
for pizza."

"But I want to stay with Jason and Jennifer," she whined.

"Samantha, stop."

"But they're just going to fool around... I've seen that before," she 
said, and I shot her a look, afraid of what she might say she'd seen.

"Samantha, enough."

"But I'm getting older," she said.

"Not that old."

Samantha finally gave up, and huffed in disappointment the rest of the 
way home. When we pulled into the driveway I climbed out and held the 
door open for Mom, who had watched us pull up.

"Have a good time tonight," I said as she got in beside Dad.

"You too," she said, smiling up at me.

I ran into the house and found Jennifer sitting on the couch, looking 
through the same photo album I'd seen the day before.

"Pretty heavy stuff," I said as I sat beside her.

"You knew?" she asked, and I could see she'd been crying.

"Yeah, since yesterday morning. I wanted to tell you, I almost did on 
the bus, but I thought you should hear it from Mom," I said.

"I'm glad you waited," she sniffed.

"How... how are you?" I asked. She shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know. I've been trying to think back, and I sometimes see a 
face, but I don't remember my real dad."

"Don't worry about that," I said. "You were raised by a man who loves 
you, and now my dad loves you like a father."

"And now you love me too," she said, smiling at me. I leaned over and 
wrapped her in my arms and we sat on the couch, looking at black and 
white photos of relatives Jennifer never knew she had. Finally she 
closed the book, setting it down on the floor.

"Hold me?" she asked.

"Always," I answered.

THE END

*****

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