Jennifer recovered nicely. Any marks or injuries of the rape she suffered had healed, and the psychologist who saw her (only twice) had discharged her with a clean bill of health, citing that there were no lasting effects of the rape in her mind. The police questioning was a mere formality. Her answers and description of the crime corroborated the evidence the investigators had. The case was closed shortly after that.
Eric kept Jennifer busy. Since she entrusted the sale of the house to Eric's firm, and the start of the college year coming up in a month, he had helped her to piece together what she wanted to do. He knew that Jennifer was interested in trial law, and knew she would have at lease 7 years of schooling ahead. He acquired the materials necessary for her to get herself ready for her first days, and took her to the college for registration. They told the admissions department they were brother and sister, but when they started kissing in the quad they had their heads scratching!
Eric, Angela and Jennifer were just finishing dinner when a there was a knock at the door. When Eric answered the door, he found Alan there.
"Alan!" Eric said warmly, "Come in! How are you?"
"Alright," he said. "I healed up ok, but the ribs still give me a little trouble now and then."
"Jennifer will be so glad to see you! I know she hasn't seen you for a week or so, but she has been so busy with college registration and stuff. I'll let her know you're here..."
"Uh, wait," Alan said. "I need to talk to you first."
"Um. OK," Eric said. "Here—come into my office."
The two went into Eric's office to the left of the front door. Eric closed the door and motioned for Alan to take a seat. Eric sat down behind his desk.
"OK, Alan, what's on your mind?" he said.
"Well, I wanted to ask you about Jennifer. Ever since that day in her house when Jake—Jake..."
"I understand. Go on."
Well, she -- did things to me that I know she couldn't have learned from books, and I was wondering, um, where, um..."
"Where she learned it," Eric finished. "Well, there's no easy way to ask me, as you're trying to, so I will spare you the embarrassment: Angela and I taught her. Well, most of it any way."
Alan looked stunned. His mind was working overtime. He looked at Eric, and felt an anger swell up at him, but also a measure of envy, and disappointment, that it was Eric, and not himself, that taught her. Eric interpreted his thoughts to this extent.
"I suppose you want to take a shot at me," Eric said, calmly. "I think I would feel the same if I were in your shoes. I will not apologize for my actions, though. But before you take your shot, I suggest you talk with Jennifer first."
"I don't need to," Eric said, suddenly calming. "I guess I can't blame you. I don't know the entire story, and I don't like to make decisions until I have all the facts. I know Jennifer's hot. I have a sneaking suspicion that she instigated it. If you don't mind telling me, how is she? I mean we were rudely interrupted the last time, and I wasn't able to judge then..."
Eric started laughing. "Wow! I never expected that! Well, I could tell you, but I think you'll have to answer that one yourself. I'm sure you'll be able to. Now come on. I think the girls are wondering where I went off to."
Eric got up and led Alan out into the den area. It was a hot August night, and Alan unbuttoned his shirt. Eric was only in shorts. He went into the kitchen as Alan sat down.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the kitchen. It sounded like a pot hit the floor. Jennifer then flew into the den and ran to Alan.
Alan could not believe his eyes. Jennifer was wearing the sheerest nightie that he had ever seen. He could see her beautiful tits bouncing as she ran toward him. She hit him at a full run, nearly knocking the breath out of him and sent his ribs screaming.
"Alan!" she cried, kissing him all over his face. "I am so glad to see you! I'm sorry I've been too busy to see you all week. I missed you!'
Alan couldn't get a word in edgewise, as Jennifer's mouth and tongue was all over his face. She grabbed one of his hands and planted it on her right tit, holding it there until he started to fondle it and tweak her nipple. She squealed at the contact. Alan's cock was getting hard.
"I think she's happy," said a woman's voice.
Alan looked over Jennifer's shoulder and spied Angela. His cock grew harder at the sight. She was wearing a nightie as sheer as Jennifer's, and her tits looked just as big. Her red hair was striking against her skin, and he could see the patch of red hair just above her pussy. Eric was standing behind her, looking at them.
"I think you're right, hon," Eric said.
Jennifer squirmed. "Well, are you gonna finger-fuck me or what?"
Alan turned his attention back to her "Hon," he said, "don't you think we should go somewhere more...private?"
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, we are in someone else's den-"
It's my den, too. I live here!"
But I don't want to impose-"
"Impose, hell! I'm gonna invite them into this soon!"
