Jesse Benson had been up getting ready long before the rest of the household. After yesterday's pool party he had time to think about his future.
First thing, he needed to keep his promise to his Father. His grades would step up. He would toe the line the remainder of the year. Graduation wasn't that far off.
Secondly, He had a bone to pick with his so-called friends "Quint" and "Troy". They had taken advantage of Willa and her friend "Eve". He felt responsible for the girls misfortune. He had just wanted his friends to see him as a Real Man. Not some stupid act brought on by his Father's books. He had taken enough abuse over the years. Enough was enough. He intended to set Quint and Troy straight. Even if he ended up on the worst end of the fist. At least he would do what felt right.
Third, after his Father's pep talk yesterday Jesse formulated a plan. He wanted Willa as his girlfriend. He would prove himself to her no matter what it took.
For now? It started by opening his door and introducing her to "Cadet Jesse Benson".
Door open he lifts his packed bag and hoists it over his shoulder. With a moment to glance over at his computer's monitor he refreshes himself of the Beauty of Willamina Pryce. Her photo on his monitor a reminder of good times. With a sigh he closes his bedroom door behind him and heads downstairs.
Reaching the Kitchen he discovers the smell of French Toast. His favorite breakfast food. There stood Willa in white leggings so tight that every curve looked as if they were airbrushed on. Her T-shirt, white also with a similar snugness in the chest. Yet riding high in hem to reveal her tight abs and luscious belly button. Nipples proudly inspired to salute the Man in Uniform.
She turned to face him with spatula in hand. Her brownish red hair flowing over her shoulders. Eyes sparkling at his attire.
"Impressive. You didn't wear the uniform when Nick brought you home. You look very handsome."
He smirks dropping his bag to the floor, "Thanks. Hey! I'm sorry-"
Willa leaps forward and plants her palm over his mouth shutting him up. "Don't. Don't ever be sorry. Be a Benson."
He nods trying to focus on her face. He wanted to show her he could keep it real.
"Where's Grace?"
"She's out on the deck with Nick. Eve is still here. She slept in my bedroom overnight. I think Nick is going to give her the chance to babysit Grace while we take you back to the Academy."
He raises a brow, "You're going with us?"
"You don't want me to see you off?" She pouts before twisting to flip her French Toast in the skillet.
"Sure. I don't mind. I guess I just don't want you to run into Quint and Troy again."
"I can take care of myself. It might surprise you but I have taken self defense classes. My Stepfather insisted. I might not be a black belt but I know enough to fend off an attacker. Just ask Quint. I'm sure his nose is puffed up good."
"I'll deal with Quint." He sneers.
She winks and pecks him on the cheek, "My hero."
Shying away he moves around her and heads toward the deck. Opening the French doors he exits closing them.
Willa pouted in thought, "He didn't even rub my tushy."
Outside, Nick observed Eve holding Grace as they enjoyed the Ocean breeze. Their talk quieted as Nick noticed his son approach.
"There's my Soldier. Sleep well?"
Jesse fidgeted, "I guess." He then swooped in to kiss his baby sister.
Eve puckered up expecting her own kiss then swiftly changed her mind as Nick narrowed his gaze. She chose to bounce Grace on her hip and look away with a sheepish grin.
Jesse took his hat off and held it under his armpit. He was rather dashing today. Groomed and ready for his chance to prove himself to his parents. He swore off any more goaded hijinks from his fellow Cadets.
"Pack your Soccer uniform? Game schedule says you have a game on Tuesday. Let's hope your Mother's flight gets her home in time."
"I'm still on the team? Awesome. I figured Captain Bolland kicked me off the team for sure."
Nick edges in gripping his son by the back of the neck, "He did. Thank me with a win on Tuesday."
Jesse faintly smiles, "I'm sorry if I cost you money to straighten things out."
"It's only money. What's important is that you learn to control yourself. Stop listening to others just to fit in. Be your own Man."
"That's the plan. Can I talk to Ash-I mean Eve a minute?"
Nick nods and turns to claim his daughter from Eve's arms. Eve then watched as Nick returned to the house. There was an awkward silence at first.
"I hope you can forgive me for yesterday." Jesse winces.
"No reason to forgive. I had a blast. If anything Willa and I should ask you for forgiveness. She punched your friend. I let things happen that I was told not to. So, don't feel sad." She brightens up, "Besides we made it up to you didn't we?"
Jesse recalls his blowjobs at both girls insistence. It made him blush suddenly.
"Yeah. You did. I want more of that someday."
"Maybe more if Willa doesn't object." She felt mischievous.
Hearing that made him squint to read into her words.
"Why would Willa object? Does she like me?"
Eve zips her lip and playfully dances around him. Her borrowed sundress fanning in the breeze. She taunted him with a quick moon of her shapely ass by hiking her skirt. Nick had chosen to overrule his decision of no clothing today. Jesse had seen enough already of both girls. When the time was right Nick Benson would enforce his earlier rule.
He groaned as she walked away toward the house. Looking back with a devilish glint in her eyes.
Was Eve playing matchmaker?
Jesse would ponder the possibility all day.
For now he went inside and ate French toast.
By 8:40 A.M. Nick was ready to go. Last minute pointers on child care directed to Eve led him to go start his Ford Edge. He gave Jesse a glare and said, "Five minutes."
Jesse raced upstairs to find Willa in her bedroom. She was brushing her hair after applying make-up. At her door he stopped and decided to knock.
"Wow! That's a first. You usually barge right in."
Stunned by her beauty he goes shy for a second.
"Ready to go?"
Willa sets her brush down and eyes herself in a closet mirror. Her long hair was magnificent. Finally, she turns walking over to Jesse who leaned against her threshold. Eyes meet and study each other.
Willa shivered suddenly. She wanted to kiss him but thought better of it. She had no clue what her future here with the Benson's would consist of. Giving Jesse too much attention might hurt the both of them. Did he deserve her knowing the body count she was gathering sexually? She wasn't ashamed of it. Yet, it wasn't fair to Jesse. He had no clue what her true actions had been since working with Nick.
Choosing to look at him dumbfounded she fans her arms wide, "What? You think this is a remake of "Officer and a Gentleman"? Let's go. Move that cute butt Cadet."
Jesse laughs and offers a gesture of "Ladies' first."
"Don't slap me on the ass when I walk by you." She points with suspicion.
Easing around him he merely watched her wiggle down the hall and with each step of the staircase. Her milky white leggings so tight that they receded between her butt cheeks. Camel toe was hard to miss.
Jesse was hard since he stood in her doorway.
Willa knew.
Reaching the garage door Eve met them and offered Jesse a hug. He struggled to keep his hands to himself. The blond herself struggled to not insist he use his hands. Blue eyes sparkle as she pecks him on the cheek.
"See you soon I hope."
"I'll skype with you and Willa after I get settled back in. Take good care of my sister."
"Yes, Sir!" She salutes him with a wink.
Willa attempts to lift Jesse's bag from the Kitchen floor.
"What do you have in this thing? Eve? Go check to see if the bearskin rug is still in the Family Room. I laid naked on it so I bet he's stealing it to use as a teddy bear."
Everyone chuckles as Jesse claims his bag. Hoisting it over his shoulder he grins.
"Room in my bag if you two want to hop in. I can hide you under my bunk at School."
"Under your bunk?" Willa rolls her eyes huffing, "In your bunk. We can give your friends a real show."
That gave Jesse inspiration. He kept his thought to himself. His Dad was honking the horn.
Jesse and Willa rushed out into the garage and loaded up. Willa sat in the back seat. Let the men ride up front. She would be Dorian's shadow and Jesse's reflection. His mirror was trained on her after all. Nick let it slide.
Carlsbad, California. San Diego County.
An hours drive later, Nick Benson pulled up to a security gate.
Standing in wait was a Guard monitoring a gate. After a quick glance at an I.D. and a signature Nick was passed through. He paused however for a moment to put his I.D. back into his wallet.
During the wait the guard spotted Willa fluttering her fingers at him with a devastating smile. With a blown kiss she shakes her cleavage at him. After a closer inspection he notes her camel toe.
His eyes bulge.
As did his crotch.
He would head inside the Guard shack to conceal his masturbation.
Jesse was oblivious. His nerves made him maintain focus on the school ahead.
The drive led them past a group of young Men in what Willa referred to as Mini Boot Camp. Young men were doing pushups on a large grassy area.
Drill instructors were barking out commands and making the young Cadets work harder to become Men.
Willa bit a nail at all of the sweaty boys.
Nick eyed her reactions through the rear view mirror. He was amused.
Reaching a Civilian parking lot Nick came to a halt next to other cars. Engine shut off he glares over at his son.
"Ready for this?"
Willa excitedly yelped, "YES!"
Both Nick and Jesse creased their brows at her outburst.
Laughing at the situation Jesse nods, "Yeah. I'm ready."
