The Centerfold Girl
Jack and Jill picks up where they left but…
Jack was in the shower singing along with the song “Bring Back The Pieces” by the Spiral Staircase playing in the phonograph in his room. After the shower, he dried himself with the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He looked into the mirror and asked himself whether to shave or not. He decided to shave and after having done so splashed Pub After-Shave on his face. Ahh, uncorks the lusty life! He sighed to himself savoring the manly scent and recalling that favorite line he’d often seen on Playboy Magazine’s advertisement of the Pub Cologne.
Padding to his room naked, he felt in the mood to masturbate. His cock stirred whenever he thought of one particular girl featured in Girls of California from a Playboy Magazine issue. Her name was Jill Blossom, blonde, sexy, big boobs and looked uncannily like Jill Olson. Jill Olson was an exchange student from Europe and living with their neighbor the Wheatfields. Jill introduced herself to him one day and helped him washed his daddy’s car, which eventually led them to have sex at the poolside of his home as they were all alone by themselves. After that scintillating tryst, Jack never saw Jill again, which made him very depressed. Eight months had passed and it seemed that she had completely disappeared in his life.
Whenever Jack would turn to Jill’s photo in Playboy, he’d start masturbating to drive his blues away. Well, better than drugs or alcohol he would say to himself, as he still wanted to keep his sanity intact. He didn’t want to end up like those who OD’ed to death or sent to asylums just because of a problem that seemed to have no solsution.
Jill’s photo in Playboy showed that she was blonde and not with dark hair when Jack met her. But the body, the face was unmistakably Jill’s. She was posed against a wall, her face turned seductively to the reader with big smoldering eyes, smiling pink lips, gleaming white teeth, and blonde hair cascading down past her shoulder. Her body was in a quarter view clad in way thin animal print dress opened all the way in front revealing the side of her bare breast, fulsome and shapely with swollen nipples and areola. Her right hand leaned against the wall while her left touched gracefully her lower hip side with a nice glimpse of left ass cheek on view.
Jack asked Mr. Wheatfield about her whereabouts but was told simply that she had gone to live in another place near the school and she didn’t call back to let him know anything at all. She had also suddenly dropped out of school without a word or even a call to him.
From then on Jack almost messed up with his studies and broke up with Nicole just because he was always thinking of Jill and wondering why she had ticked off on him without a trace. When he discovered that picture in Playboy, he couldn’t stop masturbating. It was only now that he had slowed down. He had already abstained for six days, an already incredible feat on his part but now it seemed he was going to slide back to the habit.
Just when he was about to stroke his thickening dick a call came on and he reluctantly picked up the phone as he started lying down on the bed.
“Jack, its Jill Olson,” a whispered voice came on.
“Jill!” So surprised, “where are you?’ He bolted up.
“126 Oceanview Drive. If you know the place, come on over. There’s someone who broke into my house and I’m scared.”
“Did you call the police?”
“No, I want you to come over. Please, I’ll wait for you.”
“Jill, yeah, I’ll…” his voice broke off as she hung up the phone.
“Gosh, Jill what kind of a creature are you? Now you see, now you don’t and now you’re back,” Jack was talking to himself as he dressed up hurriedly in khakis, an olive green shirt and Hush Puppies slip-ons. Must he bring his father’s gun? No the chako, a martial arts weapon would do. Now’s the time to show his judo/karate skill to whomsoever it may concern. And he’s really mad. He tucked the chako into his pants behind his back and threw on his brown suede jacket and ran down the stairs. His parents were in the living room playing cards in the sofa when he ran down the stairs
“Mom, Dad I’ll just go to Nick’s, forgot something,” he called out to them.
“Oh, Nick, always Nick is what you hear from that son o’ yours,” Felix Meoff said to his wife, Mildred.
“Careful on your driving son?” said his mother as she turned to him.
“Yeah,” he said and closed the door behind him.
His Mustang pulled over at the gate of her nice garden bungalow house, overlooking the ocean. He got out of the car and entered the open gate, closed it behind him and walked toward the front porch. The living room light was open and so was the front door.
“Jill,” he called out as he approached the door and there she appeared, wearing a corset inspired top, buttons loosed to display her impressive cleavage and a pink satin pajama pants.
“Jill, how are you?”
“I’m all right, come in.” She’s still so beautiful but now she looked womanly more than before. He wanted to hug her but strangely he did not. He became shy.
“How’d he get in?”
“In the bedroom,” she said and turned to walk toward the bedroom.
He followed darting his eyes all around the house checking the décor. He stopped at the doorway and asked permission to enter.
“Yeah, sure,” she said.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He said taking off his jacket and tossing it onto a chair.
“I was asleep and I awoke because I felt something.”
“Like what?”
“That my window was open.”
“And then?”
“He was standing right there, exactly where you’re standing.”
“Yo’ sure?” He said, flicking his eyes to the window with the blowing the thin curtain inwardly and to her.
“Yeah.”
“Did you take a good look at him?”
“Yeah, about your height, weight and come to think of it he looked like you.”
“So he’s handsome, huh?”
“No, sorry he’s not my type.”
Jack chortled a little laugh.
“So what did the ‘ugly’ man do to you?”
“He came toward me.”
“He came toward you? Like this?” he said moving towards her.
“Yeah and then he grabbed me by the throat,” she continued.
“Like this?” he demonstrated.
“Stronger than that,” she said so he put another hand behind her neck, almost choking her.
“Like this?” he said and she groaned.
“Then what did he do next.”
