No sex between or around people under 18; please read chapters 1-3 before this chapter. Chapter 5 in in final review and will be turned in when this is published.
The ending of Chapter 3: Chris and Jo are in the hot tub in the midst of the apartment complex.
"Now, where were we?" Chris asked, as he tried to pull her back onto his lap.
"Uh uh! No public sex! Besides, Kitty is feeling good now, and she wants to try some new stuff on your big, soft bed!"
"I hope Kitty doesn't need a nap, because we're not at all sleepy over here!" Chris said, putting her little hand on his big, hard cock.
"Nuhuh, Honey, Kitty is ready to play -- let's go!"
Their afternoon nap only ended when the Brute was drained and the Kitty was too sore to go on. Missionary, cowgirl, and then, in the spirit of exploration, Doggie. Brute loved them all, but especially doggie; Kitty not so much... until the big finger started caressing Clitty and a big hand did the same to Titties. Then it was parry and thrust, slap, slap, slap, whimper and moan, and, finally, shiver, shake, and quake.
The big hands grabbed her hips while she spasmed, and the big brute rammed into her until she heard a roar and felt hotness spurting inside her. That set off another even larger quake and her cries shook the building. They spooned and slept soundly for an hour, awakening in time to fix a tray and watch the Sugar Bowl.
Chris wore his Tennessee shirt and white shorts, Jo wore one of his white tee shirts and white panties.
Chris the serious football fan, was mightily impressed by UT, Jr, especially by their QB and their toughness on defense. Mighty Georgia looked intimidated, which was great to a Tennessee fan, but kind of embarrassing to a SEC homer. Jo slept on his shoulder most of the game, then laid in his lap.
He watched the interviews, and Sam Ellinger's warning that "We're baaack!", and then carried her to bed and laid her on the fresh burgundy sheets. She snuggled up, pressed her perfect butt up against him, and slept like a baby.
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She awoke in an empty bed, and it felt lonely. She found Chris sitting on his normal kitchen bar stool, but with his laptop instead of his phone. He immediately got her a mug of coffee, kissed her forehead, and offered her the choice of a stool or his lap; she chose the lap, and, after a few sips, fussed at him about leaving her all alone in the big bed. He cuddled her and apologized without further explanation, so she forgave him and snuggled even closer.
His big hands stroking her lovingly, his lips kissing her hair periodically, and his deep sexy voice telling her something about needing to get a little work done today caused her to wiggle in his lap. A cup of coffee, more wiggling, and he carried her back to bed.
He introduced her to the plow, and then scissors, and made her cry out again, twice. "This fucking-thing is pretty amazing; I think I could learn to like this!" she told him after her second climax.
"You already like it a little too much, my Insatiable Minx. The Brute is ready for a break. We can resume after we eat breakfast and I get a little work done! Deal?"
She agreed, but he had to make pancakes, eggs, and sausage to assuage her hunger.
While Chris worked on his laptop, Jo struggled with memories of her assault and the horrible things they threatened to do to her. She was sitting alone on the couch, feeling sad, hurt, and afraid, but Lynn and Mary knocked on their door at ten, and invited her to take a tour of campus and go shopping with them.
She scurried back to her bedroom, cleaned up, and changed, while they flirted lightly with Chris. He knew they were kidding, but the tall red-haired Lynn and the brick-shithouse built, raven-haired Mary were quite delectable when teasing and being teased.
It was a cool day, so Jo wore the red sweater, leather skirt, and matching boots his family gave her on Christmas Eve. Her new friends wore similar outfits, and complimented her profusely on how good she looked.
While she was enthusiastically kissing him goodbye, he slipped three hundred dollar bills in her purse.
He held the door open for them and watched as they walked out of sight across the parking lot, before shutting the door and thinking about what a luscious trio they made. The taller redhead in the middle, the stacked brunette on the left, and the luscious blonde on the right.
He shook his head to clear it, and went back to his computer.
Tomorrow was the first day of work for managers and executives, and he wanted to show his boss the suggested revisions to The Carter project first thing in the morning.
Chris worked through lunch, and was surprised when the door opened and Jo came back in like a fresh breeze. "Hi, Honey," she exclaimed as she scurried to the perch on the barstool he had rarely left since she went with her friends. He had refueled his coffee and gone to pee, but otherwise he worked.
He saved his work and stepped off the barstool to greet her properly.
Jo gave him a loving kiss, and then excitedly asked if he would grill tonight because she had invited their new friends over for supper. He said he would be glad to, if she would help him with the veges and setting up the table. She kissed him again, said of course, and then followed him outside to the pit.
He lit a charcoal fire, and went to clean up and change clothes; she followed him, excitedly telling him all about her day and all they did. She kept talking while he showered, but he couldn't hear much of it until he got out to towel off. She was high as a kite; dazzling and too adorable when she was this excited. He kissed her nose and went to get dressed; she followed, still recounting her day.
