Chapter 4: Jean Teaches the Clueless Nerds
This story takes place in the summer of 1972 before cell phones, computers, or the Internet.
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"What the fuck, Jacob. You don't know if you came in my God damn pussy?"
I was stunned as I listened to my girlfriend screaming curses at my best friend. The sensual encounter the three of us had experienced under the waterfall had come to an ugly end. Moments before, I'd held Jean tight in my arms and tried to work my cock into her gorgeous ass while Jacob fucked her hard. She'd warned him not to cum inside of her vagina because she wasn't on the pill, and she was at the height of her fertility. Poor Jacob wasn't sure if he'd pulled out in time.
"Um, uh, I really don't know. Maybe the first little shot of cum was inside you? I don't know for sure. I'm sorry."
Jean laid down in the creek with her legs pointing upstream, spreading them wide so the current washed against her gaping vagina. She lay there a long time with one hand over her eyes and the other rubbing her slit. I was getting nervous when she finally sat up.
Jean said, "Once again, I'm left without an orgasm."
Jacob and I felt so guilty that we couldn't reply. A couple of minutes later, Jean broke the painful silence.
"We should take this party indoors. Jacob, is your basement apartment cooler than Steve's broiling attic apartment?"
Jacob said, "It's on the shady side of the house and should be livable. I've got some weed we could do while listening to music."
"That sounds nice." Jean spent a moment washing her pussy for the fourth or fifth time. "How are you stocked for condoms?"
"Just before Melissa dumped me, I ordered some fruit-flavored condoms. The box is still untouched."
"Perfect. Let's go."
We heard something scurry up the trail as we walked to our clothes. Was someone spying on us?
Jean said, "Anyone seen my underwear? I know I put them right on top."
Jacob said, "It was there when I left. Do you think the voyeur took it?"
I said, "Oh great, we have a panty sniffer on the loose."
Jean said, "Not funny, mister. I guess I'll have to go commando. I won't miss that stupid G-string, but you won't be seeing any more cartwheels."
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After we dressed, we headed up the path. We were at Jacob's apartment in ten minutes. The house was on a slope, and the basement was cut into the side of the hill. The apartment was a large two-bedroom with a kitchen and living room. Thankfully, it was cooler inside. Even better, Jacob's rich, arrogant roommate, Brad, was out.
Jean and I sat on his couch. Jacob went into the kitchen and returned with three large tumblers of ice water. He put on some Billie Holiday and lowered the lights. He grabbed a cigar box that held his marijuana stash and set it on an end table.
When he went to sit down, Jean said, "Aren't you forgetting something? You said you had condoms."
Jacob was in shock when he left the room. He probably thought Jean was joking about the condoms. He returned soon with an unopened mail-order box holding four dozen brightly colored, fruit-flavored condoms. I tried not to laugh.
Jacob was grinning when he sat down and pulled out a fat joint. He took a long, slow drag and handed it to Jean. She did the same and passed it to me. When I passed it back to Jean, she got up on her knees. She put the joint backward in her mouth and gave Jacob a shotgun. As she blew the smoke into his mouth, she cradled his head and pressed her lips against his. She turned to me and repeated the process. As she blew the smoke into my lungs, I ran my hand up her thigh and caressed her bare ass. I had a nice view of her plump breasts as she leaned toward me. Jacob had helped Jean get dressed in the gorge and had left the straps far looser than I had before.
Jean turned back to Jacob and straddled his lap. I've seen shotguns before, but I've never seen one combined with a lap dance. Jacob followed my lead and slid his hand under her dress to massage her curvaceous ass. Jean pulled back from his lips but kept grinding against his lap. When Jacob finally exhaled, Jean leaned in to give him another shotgun. Jacob took this opportunity to slip his hand inside of her dress and cup her breast. There was little left of the joint by the time she finished. I guess I missed my turn.
Jean stood up and pulled Jacob to his feet. He turned away from me to hide his erection.
Jean said, "Dance with me."
Jacob didn't need much encouragement and put on a slow number. Jean pressed her body against Jacob's and rubbed against him as she swayed to the sensual music. My friend slipped his hands inside the top of her dress and massaged her magnificent breasts.
When the song ended, she looked at me and said, "Your turn, Steve."