Indulgence (396 page)

Stepping out of the shower, I heard my stomach grumbled. I
dressed, then headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. Neither Rick nor Sam
were good cooks. Cooking helped clear my mind and gave me something to focus
on. I had become a good cook over the years, since Granddad couldn’t even make
a can of soup without burning it.

It wasn't long before the smell of fried eggs and bacon drew
my friends from their sleep. Sam greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips. Rick
gently patted me on the back. We ate breakfast in silence. When we were
finished, Sam helped me clear the plates. As I stood over the sink washing the
dishes, I said, “I feel like I betrayed Jenna.”

“You’re under a lot a stress. It’s only natural that the
lines between love and friendship are blurred.” Sam tried to comfort me.

“How can I face her again?”

Rick leaned against the counter finishing his orange juice.
“Jenna will be so happy to see you, it won’t matter what we did.”

Sam punched Rick in the arm. “Richard, show some
sensitivity, will you?”

“Ouch! Look, all I’m trying to say is that Jake needed us
last night and we loved him. What’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing at all,” Sam agreed with conviction.

I looked at my two dear friends. Here they were, trying to
cheer me up again. They truly were the two most selfless people I had ever
known. “Thank you,” I said from the heart. “I don’t know what I would do
without you.”

I walked into the living room to find Rick playing NBA 2K13
on the Xbox. “Want to play?” he asked, not looking up from the TV.

“Yeah, cause I can actually kick your ass at this game,” I
replied, taking a seat, grateful for the distraction.

“Bring it on,” he grinned.

We played. It was a close game, but I was triumphant. “Ha,
ha. Take that, Welsh!”

“You suck, you know that, Jake?”

“Hey, this could never happen in real life, so let me enjoy
my victory.”

Rick ceded his defeat. “You know I’d give anything for you
to have a moment of victory on the court to be able to feel that adrenaline,”
he said in all seriousness.

I placed the game controller on the coffee table and turned
to face him. “I know. You’re an incredible friend.”

I heard a car pull up outside the cabin. Rick and I went outside
to the front porch, joining Sam. She was sitting on the porch swing, reading.
Mr. and Mrs. Welsh exited the car. Mrs. Welsh came armed with bags of
groceries. “Hello, Jake. How are you?”

“I’m okay. You didn’t have to bring all these groceries.”

“Of course I did. You kids can’t live on microwave food.”

“Granddad doesn’t own a microwave.”

“Jake’s a great cook,” Rick piped in.

“Well, maybe you can give Rick some tips then.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I promised. The Welshes entered
the house with Rick and Sam in tow.

That left Jenna and me alone. She hugged me. “I missed you,”
she whispered in my ear.

“I missed you, too. I’m so tired of everyone asking how I’m
doing. Thanks for not being one of them.”

“You’ve had a lot of things to deal with the funeral, the
will, finals. I’m not upset about it. We’re together now. I thought we could
celebrate tonight.” The twinkle in her eye held promise. I couldn’t help but
wonder if making love to Jenna would feel the same as it had with Sam.

We sat down at the table and ate the lunch that Mrs. Welsh
brought with her. We had delicious mozzarella panini we warmed up in the oven,
and homemade iced tea. After a two-hour visit, Mr. and Mrs. Welsh waved to us
as they drove away in the minivan. Jenna leaned on my shoulder once they were
out of sight. Rick and Sam walked back into the house.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I said to Jenna once we were alone.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t back home for your graduation and birthday.” Jenna’s
eighteenth birthday had been a few days before. “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend.”

“You need your friends right now. I get that.”

I looked into her eyes and tried to read her thoughts. Could
she possibly have any clue what had transpired the other night between Rick and
Sam and me? Jenna wasn’t angry or upset. She was calm and supportive. I
considered confessing the three-way, but just couldn’t do it. It was a one time
thing. It couldn’t happen again. Why should I hurt Jenna’s feelings to ease my
guilty conscience? We sat there for a while, swinging back and forth. I could
hear the TV inside the house. Rick and Sam must have been watching a DVD.

“You ready to go inside?” I asked, touching Jenna’s bare
knee.

“Sure,” she replied, taking my hand.

We walked inside the house and found Rick and Sam curled up
on the sofa. I looked at Jenna, curious if she wanted to sit down and watch the
movie. Our eyes locked in a deep gaze. Jenna wasn’t interested in the movie.
Rick glanced over at me and shrugged. I took Jenna’s hand and led her to my
bedroom.

I closed the door with a soft click and locked it. “The past
week has been crazy. I have so much to tell you.”

“Not tonight,” she interrupted. “I don’t want to talk. I
just want to be with you.”

“What about Rick and Sam?” I asked, slightly nervous since
they were just in the other room.

“I’m sure they can figure out what we’re doing in here.” She
closed the distance between us and whispered, “We’ll just have to be quiet. I
want to make love with you, Jake.”

Jenna and I were great at messing around, but we had never
gone all the way. Now nothing was stopping us. We were alone, without adult
supervision. All I had to do was say yes. Visions of Jenna naked flashed
through my mind. The memory of my night with Rick and Sam was fresh, too.

Jenna pulled off her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She
was so gorgeous it hurt. I gave in to my desire because I wanted to be with
Jenna, needed to be inside her. We undressed each other with clumsy abandon and
fell back onto the bed. I trailed tiny kisses along her chin, down her neck to
her breast. My hand slid over her inner thigh and to her sex. She was already
wet and eager for me.

“There’s a condom in my shorts pocket,” Jenna said with a
shortness of breath.

I reached down to the floor and picked up her shorts. I
fumbled with the pockets until I found the one that contained the foil packet
and pulled it out. I ripped the foil and unrolled the latex over my erection.
Slowly, I lowered myself on top of Jenna and slipped inside her. Jenna’s warm,
wet muscle tightened around me and made me moan. I began to move in and out,
slow and deliberate, not wanting to hurt her. Jenna placed her hands on my ass
and pulled me deeper inside her. I was surprised by her action and I stilled,
panting with excitement.

“What is it? Why did you stop?”

“You’re going to make me come, Jenna.”

“Please come, Jake,” she pleaded.

“Not until you come first,” I replied. With a quick motion,
I rolled her over so I was lying on the mattress and she was on top of me. I
firmly held her hips while she rocked back and forth. She arched back as her
hands rubbed over my nipples. Our breathing grew shallow as her grinding became
faster. Jenna bit her bottom lip to silence her ecstasy as she climaxed. A
moment later, I turned my head towards the pillow to stifle my groan.

I withdrew and disposed of the condom, then I pulled her
into my arms and kissed her shoulder.

“That was wonderful, Jake.”

“You make me happy, Jenna.”

“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked, rolling over to
face me.

“I got some tips from Rick,” I admitted, just happening to
leave out the part about the threesome.

“Well, they were good tips.” She kissed me, slow and
sensual. “I can’t wait to see what else my brother told you.”

I chuckled. “Yes, but give me a little time to recoup.”

The sun beating through the blinds woke me the next morning.
I looked over and Jenna was snuggled against me, her brown hair covering her
face. I could get used to waking up like this. I had to go to the bathroom, so
I carefully removed my arm from under her neck and slid off the bed.

I used the toilet and brushed my teeth before I made my way
to the kitchen. Sam was already up, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of
tea and her Kindle. “Hey, Jake,” she greeted, looking up at me.

“Rick still sleeping?”

“You know it,” she replied, setting her Kindle to sleep to
give me her undivided attention. “Did you sleep well?” she asked with a knowing
smile.

“Something like that,” I blushed.

Sam stood up from the kitchen table and hugged me. “I’m so
happy for you.”

“Thanks, Sam. Thought I’d make Jenna breakfast in bed.”

“Brilliant idea. When you’re finished, maybe you can impart
some of your wisdom to Rick.”

“You don’t want Rick to make you breakfast,” I informed her.

Sam laughed. “You’re probably right about that.”

“I’ll make you breakfast in bed someday,” I promised, not
really sure what prompted me to say it.

“You’re too sweet, Jake. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be out
on the front porch reading.” She playfully swatted me on the ass, then left the
room.

I whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast with fresh sliced
strawberries. After searching, I found an old wooden tray on the top shelf of
the cupboard. I prepared the tray and made my way back to my bedroom.

Jenna was slowly opening her eyes as I closed the bedroom
door with my crutch. I placed the tray on the bed and leaned in to kiss her.
“Hi.”

“Hi,” she said back, flashing a radiant smile.

“Made you breakfast.”

“You are the best boyfriend ever.”

“You’re doing wonders for my ego, Jenna. Scoot over, I’m
hungry.”

She pulled the sheet up over her naked body and slid over,
giving me room to sit down. We both had a voracious appetite and devoured our
breakfast. When the plates were empty, I set the tray on the floor. “What shall
we do today?” I asked Jenna, putting my arm around her shoulder.

She snuggled into the crook of my arm and sighed. “We can
stay in bed all day,” she replied with a mischievous grin.

“It’s a tantalizing option,” I agreed. “But what if we take
a walk and take the row boat out on the lake. We can have a picnic lunch.”

“Are you making the food?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m in.” She kissed me on the cheek and then grabbed
the sheet to wrap around her body. “I’m going to get a shower.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Jenna entered the kitchen, showered and ready for the day.
She wore a pair of denim cutoffs and a white, fitted, V-neck tee shirt. Her
hair was pulled up into a messy bun. It was so sexy, all I could think about
was pulling out the pins and letting her hair down so I could run my fingers
through it.

I had just finished packing the wicker basket with our lunch
and closed the lid. “Ready to go?”

I offered my arm and Jenna took it. Sam was still sitting on
the porch swing, reading her book, when I opened the front door.

“You two heading out?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, We’re having a picnic by the lake.”

“Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam teased.

“Go get that lazy ass brother of mine out of bed. You can
both join us,” Jenna said.

“No, you two deserve some time alone. Enjoy it.”

I winked at Sam before Jenna and I departed. We walked down
the trail toward the lake, passing a family and a few fishermen. The weather
was perfect: bright and sunny, yet no humidity. The trees provided the perfect
amount of shade to ward off sunburn. “It’s so beautiful. I could spend the
whole summer here,” Jenna admitted, taking in her surroundings.

“I don’t know if your mom and dad will go for that.”

“I know. They’re already bugging be about getting a summer
job. Are you going to work this summer, Jake?”

“I was thinking about it. I don’t have to watch over Granddad
now, and having some extra money stashed for college would help.”

We took the row boat out onto the lake and had a great time
sitting back, listening to music, and talking. When we were hungry, I rowed
back to shore and helped Jenna out of the boat. Finding a perfect spot under a
tree secluded from tourists, Jenna laid down the plaid blanket. I knelt down
and opened the picnic basket. Jenna sat next to me, peeking over the edge. I
pulled out a bottle of water, turkey and Brie on a baguette, and potato chips.

We ate and talked, enjoying one another’s company. Jenna
cleared the trash and put it back in the basket when we were finished. We lay
on the blanket, looking up at the clouds in the sky and daydreamed.

“This has been a perfect day,” Jenna wistfully sighed.

I had to agree. If I could remain this happy, maybe we
should just stay there all summer. I drew her in to me and kissed her. It
started out innocently enough, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“If you don’t stop right now, I’ll have to take you right
here,” she said as she pulled away.

“Is that a promise?” I challenged.

We kissed for several more minutes until my excitement grew.
Jenna’s hand cupped me and my cock twitched. Then she was unzipping my jeans,
freeing me so she could take me in her mouth. I leaned back on my elbows and
looked around us, hoping we couldn’t be seen by anyone. I was so turned on by
her bold move, I laid back and closed my eyes, concentrating on the warmth of
her mouth, the heat of her tongue, and the strength of her hand. It didn’t take
long for Jenna to finesse me to ejaculate.

I certainly wasn’t going to take without giving in return. I
zipped up my jeans and eased Jenna back onto the blanket. I unbuttoned her
shorts to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I love how flirtatious you
are,” I whispered as I kissed her inner thigh.

“I just can’t help it when it comes to you,” she said,
running her fingers through my raven hair.