Part Two: Jenny and Dave Reunite
Jason went home on Friday and Ann and I continued to rest up for the upcoming semester at school. We had one more week of break before classes started. My sex life was fair during the next week. Donnie and Valerie visited one afternoon and Ann was available whenever either of us was in the mood. Mom was horny a couple of days that week and I was able to spend about an hour with daddy one night.
Although classes didn't start until Monday, we had to return to Barstoll on Thursday. Daddy wanted Ann to make a special trip to the Bursar's office to make sure that our tuition was paid. He had had a problem with them not getting Ann's tuition payments applied properly one time and he wanted someone getting a receipt for the payment when it was made. Additionally, Ann and I needed to get our books for the upcoming semester. Donnie was riding back to school with Valerie and they would be arriving on Saturday. When we arrived at the house, we learned that Mia had returned the previous weekend. Her parents had been giving her puritanical speeches for the entire break and she had heard just about enough. She decided that returning to Barstoll was better than getting into another argument with them.
I went to the bookstore on Friday morning and got most of the books that I would need for the semester. Of course there would be a few books added when we went to the first meeting of the classes. My head was still swimming from the price that I had to pay for my books when I arrived at home. I had just gotten inside when there was a knock at the door. John Baggett, who I had dated last semester, was at the door. I invited him in and he asked, "How was your vacation?"
"Pretty good, how about you?"
"It was okay. It just wasn't long enough."
I invited him in to sit down and got us each a soft drink. As I handed him his drink, I asked, "How did you do in the biology and math classes?"
"Not too well."
"What do you mean, not too well?"
"I got a B in biology and a C in math."
"John, it's fucking ridiculous for you to get grades like that."
"What do you mean?"
"In biology there is no excuse for you not getting an A. You pick that stuff up real quick. I got an A in the course and you helped me. A B means that you didn't study for that class."
"I guess I spent time on some classes that I was more worried about. I thought that I could still get an A."
"What's you excuse for the math grade."
"I'm not bitching about a C in that class. Remember, you had to give me a lot of help in that class."
"Yeah, but you knew the stuff. Without much work, you could have gotten a B in that course. If you really busted your ass, you could have made an A."
"Maybe I could have; but I didn't come over to talk about grades. I came to see if you wanted to do something this weekend."
"John, I'll be honest with you. When we've dated, I think that we both have been interested in one thing only, the sex. Even if I only expect the relationship to be a short-term one, there needs to be more than sex. If you couldn't commit to preparing yourself for your finals any more than you did, how can I expect that you would commit to anything for more than a day or two?"
"You mean that you can only have sex with people who get good grades."
"No. I mean that I can only have sex with people who care about themselves. It's bad enough that you got grades much lower than you are capable of; but it is unforgivable that you would not even care about it. I think that you need to find someone more like you, a person who doesn't give a shit."
I stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving him to find his own way out. I was fuming in the kitchen when Mia came in. She said, "He's gone. You can relax now."
"Thanks Mia. You know I have dumped guys because they were boring or they were assholes. I've dumped guys because they wanted to fuck and I didn't and some because they were bad fucks. I never dumped a guy because I didn't like the way he was committed to his classes."
"I understand, Jenny.  I'm not sure how much longer Max is going to be in the picture."
"Why? What's the problem?"
"The only thing that we have in common is the sex. We really have no common interests."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you two were getting along just fine."
"Well, you usually see us when we are just getting ready to go out or after we have finished having sex. The middle part of the dates is what is starting to get boring."
During most of the first semester, I had been unsure what to think about the guy that my sister was dating. Jason Madsen was a nice good-looking guy and he was pleasant to be around. He was just so set in his time regimen. Jason and Ann would date every Wednesday. Whatever they did had to be finished by nine o'clock. They would then rush back to our house to have sex, which had to be done by ten o'clock so that he could go home to get to sleep. Friday nights they would go out and their schedule would be flexible until it was time to bring Ann home. He always stayed the night on Fridays and stayed in bed most of the day on Saturday. They would not do anything on Saturday unless it was planned well in advance. He would normally stay again on Saturday night and would leave by six o'clock on Sunday evening.
This schedule was almost written in stone. The first time that Ann asked me to join the two of them in bed; I jumped his ass about it. Ann cared so much for Jason that she was afraid to approach him herself. I love my sister too much not to approach him about it. Jason had been trying to mimic the strict regimen that he witnessed his father observing when Jason was growing up. Little by little, Jason started to lighten up. He still had a ways to go; but he was getting better. I could notice that the more that Jason lightened up, the more enamored Ann became in him. We had been back in school for about three weeks when I got a total shock. Jason dropped in at about six o'clock on a Tuesday evening, just to watch television. He also got a shock that night. Ann had about two hours of studying that she had to do and Jason was sitting in our living room alone while he waited for Ann to finish studying. When Ann finished studying, she took Jason to her bedroom and gave him a proper reward for his patience.
Valerie was still coming over a few nights each week and she was an overnight fixture on Friday evenings. Mia's dates with Max were becoming farther and farther apart. Every once in a while, Mia would date someone else. Dave Shipley was a man who was nearing thirty years old and he lived next door to us. He had worked for our father at one time and daddy expected that Dave would return to work for him at a later date. Dave was divorced and was very horny most of the time. When the weather was good, we had all used his swimming pool on occasion. Before she started to date Jason, Ann visited him quite regularly. I continued to visit him when my study schedule would allow it. I was proud of the fact that as much as I loved sex, I never let sex get in the way of my studies.
By the time that the first of March had arrived, getting to class on time had become the only rigid part of Jason's schedule. Although he continued to stay over almost every weekend, they did different things every weekend. Some weeks he would only stay the weekend and other weeks he would stay over four or five nights. I was happy with the transformation that had taken place.
It was a Thursday night and we had just over a week before spring break started. I was on my bed fingering myself when Ann barged into my room and said, "Jenny, you need to pack a bag and put it in my car. Get a ride to your last class tomorrow and I'll pick you up afterward. We're going home tomorrow."
"Shit, Ann, why now? We go on spring break in about a week. What's going on?"
"Don't ask questions. I have something to do in Millbrook and I need you there."
I was perplexed at this sudden decision; but I knew that arguing about it would only piss Ann off and that in turn would piss me off. I didn't have anything planned and I figured that if I went home, daddy might take us out to eat one night."
It was just before four o'clock on Friday when I climbed into Ann's car and we drove off. About two hours later, we were parking the car in the driveway at home. As we bounded through the front door of the house, mom was the first to spot us. She exclaimed, "What a surprise. We didn't expect to see you two until next weekend."
A concerned look crossed daddy's face as he asked, "You don't have some sort of financial disaster at the house; do you?"
Ann gave each of our parents a kiss and said, "There is no problem. I just wanted to come home and I talked Jenny into coming with me." I was happy that Ann had added that last part. Mom always got upset with me when I tried to act dumb about something that was happening. This time, I had no idea what was going on; but I wasn't sure that mom would believe me.
We had been sitting at the table talking to our parents for a few minutes when there was the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway. Ann jumped up and ran to the front door. She returned to the kitchen with Jason. After they both were seated, Ann said, "Mom, dad, Jenny, I know that you all are curious as to why we came home this weekend. Well, I thought that we should be here in person to tell you that we are going to get married."
Mom was ecstatic and daddy got up and congratulated Jason and gave Ann a hug. I simply said, "You bitch. You made me ride all of the way here to learn about this when you could have told me about it back in Barstoll. You could have at least let me know what was going on so that I wouldn't have been as shocked as mom and daddy."
