Brad dropped off Vickie and headed right to Janice's house. She answered the door in a tiny tee shirt and ripped up jean shorts.
"Hey, Beautiful," he grinned at her.
"Hey, Babe. Missed you the last few days, lover," she put her long arms around his broad shoulders.
"Yeah? Your folks around?"
"Nope."
"Awesome," he scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her to the stairs.
"Sometimes I think our relationship is just about sex to you, Brad."
"You drive me crazy, Babe. You know that."
"We never spend any time together anymore except when you want to get in my pants."
"That's not true, Jan," he said relieved they were upstairs and almost to her bedroom.
"Well, we're going to have to have a long talk about that ... after I get laid," she grinned.
"Now you're talking!" he grinned at her, "And God damn, you're beautiful!" he laid her on her bed and she pulled off his tee shirt.
"I can barely wait, Jan," he quickly unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them off, "I want you so bad!"
"Me too! Hurry!"
He tore off the rest of his cloths and she wiggled up the bed and lay back with her longs legs wide open. "Jesus!" he hissed as he tore at his shorts and pulled them off. He literally jumped on top of her.
"Mmmmm," she murmured into his mouth as he kissed her deep. He slipped a hand between her legs and found her slit, dripping wet.
"You are horny," he whispered.
"Fuck me!" She arched her back was he inserted a finger into her. "OH!"
He probed her with his finger until she was squirming on the bed under him. She pulled his hand away whimpered a bit as she struggled to pull him on top of her. He didn't need any more encouraging and mounted her. After a few exploratory jabs he felt his cock slide between her lips and he gently but firmly pushed. She arched her back again and her fingers dug into his back as he slowly penetrated her. He felt and heard her gasp wetly into his ear.
Now that his cock was fully buried into her he rose up a bit and gently pushed the blonde hair away from her face, "So beautiful," he whispered.
"Don't tease me, Babe," she groaned as she reached behind and grabbed his ass, pulling it forward.
"Never," he grinned as he started fucking her. She came quickly, wrapping her long legs around him and hissing wetly into his ear. He reached back to untangle her legs a bit and continued. He fucked her hard and fast, putting his face into her neck. He thought of Victoria's dance then and he nailed Janice with all the vigour of his athletic twenty year old frame. She gasped and came a second time and he fucked on. When he felt his orgasm coming he continued to imagine and pretend it was Vickie under him instead of Janice and he grunted in pleasure and release as his cock exploded inside her. "Jesus ... wow ...," he panted as he continued to try to fuck her as his climax eased but soon just lay on her panting.
"Wow Baby, "she whispered as he rolled off her and onto his back and she snuggled into him, "That was amazing!"
"Missed ya, Babe," he pulled her tight against him as he looked up at her bedroom ceiling grinning.
They lay there resting for a while and then turned into each other. They kissed gently, moving slowly to push their bodies against each other as he pulled a long tapered leg up over him. She reached down to guide his cock in and they sucked on the other's mouth as they slowly fucked. He rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him then while still buried deep inside her. Lying on top of him she slowly ground her hips as they continued to kiss.
"I want us to climax together," she whispered urgently.
"You ready?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let's do it, Babe!"
She picked up the pace, jamming her hips down on him while he held her tight and kissed her deeply. Their bodies spasmed together as he erupted inside her again.
"Oh my God," she giggled with her lips against his, "That's how two people make love!"
"You're incredible, Babe!" he sighed in contentment.
Jan went and got them some bottles of water and then they lay in bed. She propped herself up with pillows and started to surf on her phone. "What the fuck is this?" she said suddenly.
"What's that Babe," he yawned and stretched.
"Who the fuck is this, Brad?" she stuck out her phone so he could see a picture of him at the pool the other day holding Alyson Patterson in his arms and grinning. She was smiling warmly as well.
"Ahhhh, that's Alyson something or other. Ahhhh one of Vickie's friends."
"What a catch, she says. So this was when you told me you were just going to hang out with Dean and have a few beers."
"Errrrrr he was there too."
"My, what cute comments. Hold on tight girlfriend. What a hunk. Oh here she is again with you and Dean." She showed him a picture of himself and Dean with Alyson in the middle. His arm was around her. Then another picture with Alyson on his back. "Cold shower time," the little slut says here, how old is she anyway?"
"She's, ahhhh, eighteen, I think," he said uncomfortably.
"Where were you last night, Brad?"
"At Western. At the library. I told you remember."
"I tried to text you."
"My phone was dead."
"They have fucking outlets there."
"Ahhhh I never had my charger."
"Let me see your phone."
"Why?" He sat up.
"I want to see your messages."
"My phone is private, Jan, like yours is. I wasn't with her last night. It was just some clowning by the pool and she's trying to impress people."
"Let me see your phone."
"No."
"Get the fuck out!"
"What?"
"Put on your cloths and GET THE FUCK OUT!" she screamed.
"Jan! Baby! Don't be like this!"
"You fucked that little slut! And then you have the fucking nerve to come over here and fuck me! What a fucking weasel! GET THE FUCK OUT, BRAD! I never want to see your face again!"
He tried to talk to her but she exploded on him, yelling, swearing, hitting and even spitting on him. He quickly dressed as she hammered him with her fists and then took off downstairs as she flung things at him, grabbed his phone and car keys and he slipped on his shoes and he dashed out the door.
Ch. 7
"Fucking Alyson put pictures of me and her all over her facebook and Jan saw them," he hissed at Victoria as he stuck his head in her room.
"Jesus, dude, what did you think was going to happen when she gave her phone to Colleen and then jumped in your arms and shit?"
"Jan broke up with me."
"WHAT?" Vickie jumped up from her bed. She was dressed in cut off sweats and a sports bra.
"She asked me where I was last night, falsely accused me of being with Alyson, demanded to see my phone and when I wouldn't show it to her she exploded."
"Don't act all innocent now. You were fucking Colleen remember?"
"I'm not about to forget that!" he grinned.
"You don't seem all that broke up about the Jan dump?"
"Well, it's a bit sad. We went out for four years."
"Awwww, here," she went over and gave him a hug.
"Thanks Vik," he held her close and felt her hard young body against him.
"You can let me go anytime now."
"I need more comforting."
"Maybe Colleen is home."
"Jesus, you smell good."
"This was just 'spose to be a consoling type hug."
"You knew what you were getting into," he rubbed her back as he held her and felt his cock slowly but surely harden.
"As long as you know what you're not getting into," she laughed.
"Ouch! That hurt Vik."
"We should have some music on if we're going to waltz."
