Having 20 grand in her account gave Jen just the lift she needed. She could face the start of her college life with the confidence that her finances were covered. And as to the moral issues of what she had done to earn the money, she checked those at the door -- she could have ended up with some real creeps -- at least she knew her uncle and, whilst he certainly was a dirty old man, he moved in good company -- the villa where she'd been introduced to the joys of both incest and older men was worth a fortune and it was obvious Bob lived that kind of high rolling life.
Even if she
had
whored herself for a couple of weeks, she'd had a great time, lived the glamorous life, been treated like a princess and come away with a really handy nest egg.
Most of her friends from high school had come back from their Spring Breaks broke and emotionally damaged by the casual relationships they had been through whilst away. None had come home with a designer wardrobe and 20gs, that's for sure.
Determined not to waste the money her risqué behaviour had earned her, Jen took a small apartment on campus and lived a fairly quiet life, concentrating on her studies and not living the wild life of many of her college compatriots. Most seemed determined to blow whatever money they had on drinking, drugs and partying hard, relying on Mommy and Daddy to pay the bills at the end of each semester.
Many evenings Jen passed the bars nearest to the University and was wolf-whistled by the young guys hanging out there. Strangely, despite having had a few boyfriends in her last couple of years at High School, Jen was rarely tempted by the buff young jocks who lounged in the chairs outside or blocked the sidewalk, determined to hit on her as she passed.
Jen soon gained a reputation for being a bit aloof, passing them by with a slight smile on her face. If only they knew what she was thinking -- often replaying the images of the two older men naked and hard for her in the luxurious surroundings of the French villa...
Still, she was an attractive young woman with a healthy sex drive and she spent a few evenings spread eagled on her single bed, lazily stroking her body to a quivering orgasm as she revisited the details of her time away... remembering the heat of the two old men's spunk as it splashed onto her breasts, the look of amazement on Bob's face when she first deep throated his cock and just how hot she had felt when both of them walked into the room naked and erect at the same time. No, they weren't the toned, cut guys in her class, but they sure knew how to treat a girl and how to make her feel good.
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Early one summer morning, the mail arrived, including a letter with a French stamp, written in a neat, elegant hand, formally addressed to Miss J Hollins. Frowning, Jen took the letter back upstairs, tapping it against the nails of her hand as she climbed the stairs. She poured a glass of orange juice, opened a window to allow the fresh summer's air into her room and opened the envelope.
It was from Bob, her uncle's friend, inviting her and her uncle back to the villa for another break. Whilst there was no mention of the sexual antics the three of them had indulged in, there was a huge hidden message in the unwritten words. Jen was tempted, but really didn't fancy the idea of again being the sex toy of those two pervy older men -- the last time had been purely for the cash, however much she had enjoyed the attention and however good the sex had turned out to be!
Now if there had been another bet involved, she might be more up for the idea... she put the letter to one side and drank her juice, thinking about whether she should go or not. She had just reached the conclusion that, although tempting, she was better off at home, when the phone rang.
Jen frowned. It was rare for anyone to call her on her land line -- only her nearest family had the number and she'd spoken to her mother earlier that day. She shrugged and picked up the receiver. "Hi there, Jen speaking."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, before an older male voice came through."Hi there Jen, it's your grandpa. Remember me?"
"Grandpa -- what a lovely surprise! How are you? I've been meaning to call you, but life gets so busy, you know, what with college and everything..." Jen tailed off, conscious of the fact that she was protesting too much. She hadn't called or written to her grandpa since she was in Europe -- nearly three months ago now.
"Sure honey, I know how it is, even I was young once!" a slight laugh followed, but grandpa really didn't sound like he had his heart in it.
"Are you ok, gramps? You sound a bit low. Is there something wrong?"
And at that it all spilled out. The old man haltingly explained how tough life had become since his wife had died. Having had no life insurance, he had started to use his savings to pay for the mortgage on the house - a mortgage he'd taken out to pay for the downstairs bathroom and other changes his wife had needed -- he now found himself on the verge of being thrown out of his house.
"I know it's all wrong, but your mother said you'd had a really good job over Spring Break, and I wondered if.... no, sorry honey, I can't ask..."
"Gramps, are you asking for a loan?" Jen asked, feeling herself torn two ways just thinking about the idea. On one hand she loved her grandpa and would do anything for him, on the other, hell, she'd broken pretty much every taboo to get that money and didn't really want to lose any of it.
"Oh Jen, what am I to do? I have 28 days to find twenty five thousand dollars or I'm on the streets. You know your mother won't have me in the house and I've nowhere else to go."
Jen knew her mother had real issues about grandpa, which had started when Jen was about 14. Whenever Jen had raised the matter, her mother had always angrily changed the subject, it was obviously too sore a subject for discussion.
"Grandpa, I'll see what I can do, but I really don't have that kind of money." Jen blushed with embarrassment as she lied outright. Maybe she could lend him enough to keep the house for a while. If only there were some way she could generate another big lump of cash...
"Hold on a minute Gramps, I might be able to do something. Leave it with me for a day or so and I'll see what I can do, but you might need to check your passport is in date. I can't tell you any more for the moment, but I will help in whatever way I can. You just have to play along with whatever I say -- OK?"
Grandpa was in no position to argue, but this all sounded a bit dodgy, even to a man in dire straits.
"Trust me; there is nothing illegal about this idea... I'll let you know the outline when I've put a few things in place. Don't worry -- we'll sort out your problem one way or another" Jen hung up and looked down at the letter from France laying on the breakfast bar.
"How appropriate" she murmured to herself "a French letter!" She chuckled and moved to the desk in the corner where her PC sat. Now to compose a suitable email...
Dear Bob,
Thank you so much for the invitation to come and stay with you again. I have many fond memories of the last time, when your friend Rick and I stayed with you. Sadly Rick and I split up just after we came back from Europe, so he won't be able to accompany me.
I do have a new partner though, who I'd love to bring with me. He's a fair bit older even than Rick, but, as you know, I do like the more mature man!
If you don't mind, I'd love to bring him with me -- I think even you might be surprised just how happy a man in his early 70's can make a young girl like me!
Let me know what you think of the idea and we'll sort out our schedule... the sooner the better from this perspective!
Looking forward to hearing from you soon.
Jen ;-)
Happy with the content, Jen hit send and carried on with her day's plans. Ignoring the temptation to keep checking her inbox she busied herself with college work, but with a slight flutter in her breast. Would Bob take the bait?
By the next morning, Jen was unable to put off the moment of truth. Sure enough, there, in amongst the ads for online Viagra and lost bank accounts holding millions of dollars was a reply from Bob...
Hi Jen,
