"Calm down. She was just overrun by the emotions of the moment. You can understand that. Can't you?"
"But you not only let her, you returned it. Mom put her tongue in your mouth, and you made out with her."
"Shit, Andi, calm down. This isn't like you. Relax. Yeah, I returned the kiss. It caught me off guard." I leaned in and gave her a long and tender one of her own. "I'll make it up to you in the gym later, okay?" I winked and gave her another.
We had forgotten that Jess was there. Busted.
"Well, well, and what do we have here, you two? Huh?"
"Sorry, Jess," I said. "Everything is totally discombobulated this morning. And to show her, I went over to her seat, grabbed her head, and gave her a big, wet, sloppy kiss, shoving my tongue in her mouth and holding it until she started to respond, and we madeout for a quick moment.
"See what I mean? And I grabbed my dirty drinking glasses and plates to carry them into the kitchen and went up to my room to organize my paper with what time I had left before I had to head over to Jolene's.
Chapter 2
Margie Tanner sat on the edge of her bed, trying to get her act together. Her mind was swimming with too many thoughts, ideas, possibilities, money, and the risk of it all. If this didn't work, she could lose it all, including the house and, God forbid, the love and respect of her girls. It was all too much for her. Simply too much. She needed to relax and center herself. She got up, locked her bedroom door, went back to her far-side nightstand, and pulled out her" Jimmy's cock dildo" that she now thought of as her personal "Johnny's cock.
She laid back on her plush pillows, opened her iPad to her favorite porn site, and went immediately to her special "rub one out" video. It used to be a scene where the stud looked like Jimmy, but now she watched a different one where the porn stud looked like Johnny with a cock close to Johnny's, but as usual in porn, a bit larger, but the girl at least was her age and had the same hair color.
She laid back, grabbed the vibrator, put it down on her clit, and turned it on. As those familiar waves of pleasure started rolling over her, she pressed deeper into the pillows opening her legs so "Johnny" could have better access to her honeypot.
On the screen, Porn Johnny had her leaning over a dining room table and was spanking her for being a bad girl. "I know I've been a bad girl, Johnny. I deserve to be punished." Margie said as she rolled the vibrator around until she found her favorite spot. The sensitive underside of her clit. She moaned as it hit the spot and turned it up a notch, letting the vibrator excite her more until she was dripping onto her bedspread as she watched the spanking on screen, imagining that it was her ass cheeks becoming bright red under Johnny's firm and swift hand..
Porn Johnny now had her on her knees deepthroating his cock. Margie took Johnny's cock, turned off the vibe, and placed the large head on her lips. She stuck her tongue out and began to slowly, lovingly lick around the head before starting to fuck her mouth with the vibe in sync with the video, then opening her throat expertly and taking it all the way down and letting Johnny throat fuck her with his hands holding her head like Porn Johnny was doing.
As they started fucking on screen, Johnny was already deep inside of Margie pumping in and out searching for her g-spot, and when she found it, Johnny's cock was turned on to the highest power, and Margie spread her legs wider, leaned back even more and let the first waves of orgasm hit her. As she fucked herself with the dildo, the orgasms kept coming in waves. Number two and three weren't far behind and finally, when number four hit, always the largest one, the pent-up tensions finally released as her clit and pussy spasmed over and over until she hit the mountaintop and fell over into exhaustion and happy satisfaction.
Margie laid there with Johnny still up her cunt humming. Porn John had popped his huge load all over her doppelganger's face, the cum dripping down the girl's face, puddling on her cheeks before dripping down her cute face, off her jaw and chin, and onto both breasts, as Margie turned the vibe off and pulled it out leaving her finger on her clit to lightly circle her down to a soft landing. She stayed there for a while, her cheeks flushed, her nipples still swollen, and her clit too sensitive to move just yet. Nirvana. She had achieved momentary peace.
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Down in the gym, Andi was making the treadmill her bitch, going at it furiously on a 5% grade while mulling it all over. Last night may have been the best night of her life. (Certainly the hottest.) She could still remember the feeling of Johnny entering her for the first time that night. The stretching of her vagina and the total feeling of fullness when he was in her. How stuffed and satisfied she felt being in his arms while he was fucking her. She will never forget that, no matter what.
The memory gave her a shiver down her spine right to her clit, and when she touched it, it was already wet. With that, she picked up her speed.
She was mad at herself. Because of her lust for Johnny, she had fallen behind in her training and would have no chance at making the Olympic team at the open trials. She knew it would be a reach no matter what, but God damn it, it was a goal that she was committed to shooting for and, in her mind, one she was going to achieve.
Andi hated people who were half-ass and had absolutely no understanding of how anyone could take something on and be half-assed about it. Why do it? She hated that in people but even more in herself. When she started something, she wanted to see it through and, ultimately, be the best. That's why she was so often the leader. The head cheerleader, the one who organized the study groups, modeled after what law students do and why when she ran for school office, she ran for president. She wasn't an asshole about it. There were people who could be achievers and still be nice, and have friends and love and be loved and not an asshole. Like her idol, Michelle Obama. Not the politics. Andi didn't care about politics. Who she was as a woman. Smart, well-educated, thoughtful, well-spoken, genuinely nice, and nice to others while always being goal-oriented and an achiever. And she also helped others and made a positive difference in the world. That's what Andi wanted to be and imagined herself. A beloved, loving achiever.
But Johnny was going to Jolene's to work with her and mom, and Jolene was a temptress and maneater, and Andi was worried that he might fall into her lair like so many others who were seduced and consumed by the black widow spider named Jolene. The old Dolly Parton song kept running through her mind,
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Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene. I'm begging of you, please don't take my man,
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene. Please don't take him just because you can.
She had watched Dolly sing it a few years ago on some awards show, and it was stuck as an earworm right now. Andi knew all she could do was say nothing and wait. She was smart enough to know if she said anything to Johnny about Jolene and the forbidden fruit, he'd have to sample it, so she kept her mouth shut.
She lowered the treadmill's grade and slowed down into a cooling-off stroll, grabbing some Gatorade and chugged it.
If she was going to stay on track with everything else, she somehow had to find a place to hold her lust and need for Johnny so it wouldn't interfere with the other things in her life. If she could only stop thinking about his cock. Sitting down on the edge of the treadmill, all alone in the gym, her hand crept inside her shorts, found her pussy, and lightly started stroking it. Hell, maybe a quick orgasm and a shower to get ready for the afternoon. She laid down across the treadmill with her head on the opposite metal rail and started to rub one out.
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Johnny was lying on his stomach on his bed in the girls' house, wearing only his boxers because that is how he liked to study. He found laying on his stomach in clothes distracting. The shirt kept pulling on his neck, and no matter the position, it always seemed as if his jeans were crushing his nuts. So boxers!
Laying there, he was stumped, rereading both books for the zillionth time because he couldn't find his way into the report. He couldn't find the hook on how to compare them. He knew if he could find the opening sentence for his report, he could hang everything off that, and that's where he was stumped, so he buried himself into reading the damn books again.
Sitting in her room at her computer, Jess was watching the show of Johnny stretched out in his boxers, swinging a foot from side to side while reading, thanks to the micro-camera she had hidden in the wall sconce on the door side of the room..
She thought it was a pretty cool idea when she thought of it and cooler still when she installed the nearly undetectable Bluetooth camera and brought it online. Her big brother Johnny was an impressive physical specimen. Well defined in the chest, long through his loins with firm glutes that undulated in a mesmerizing way. And the other treats, from getting dressed to getting undressed, that was worth the price of admission.
Jess liked to watch. She knew it was wrong and would get in big trouble if caught, but in her mind, it was innocent fun. She was fascinated by the private, candid lives of people, what they did, and how they lived. In addition to Johnny's room, she had five or six others around in places: a few friends' living rooms or dining rooms, a couple of bedrooms. Never a bathroom. Too private. Way too private. A coffee shop, a clothing store. That one was fun, and depending upon her mood and time of day, she would occasionally flip around. Not every day but enough to stay on top of things. (She desperately wanted to get one into Jolene's house. Now that tart would be fun to watch.)
