With a fingernail she scraped that patch of dried goo from her hand and hit the gas when the light flashed to green.
-----------------------------
"Rise and shine, party girl," Kara said, shaking Hayley's sleeping body. Hayley mumbled something incoherent and rolled away from Kara. Oh, no you don't, thought Kara. She placed a sharp smack down on Hayley's ass.
"Oww, shit," Hayley screamed, bolting up into a sitting position. "What the hell was that? That hurt."
"I did ask you nicely," Kara pointed out. "Now, come on, get up. Jack's in the shower and I still have to pack.
Hayley was confused. "Pack? For what? I thought you weren't leaving until next weekend?"
"I'm going to go with Jack. He's playing down in Key West this week,"
"Key West?" Hayley questioned. "Can I come?"
"Can you be ready in an hour?"
Hayley, instantly awake and alert, nodded excitedly and jumped out of the bed, skipping to the door.
-------------------------
"Hayley too?" Jack asked.
Kara nodded while her mother was busy talking to someone on the phone.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't mind her coming. She's more than welcome to and I would love it," Jack explained. "But I just don't think three people, our luggage, and my equipment is going to fit in my little car. Fitting you in was stretching it as it was."
Kara smiled, proud of her anticipatory logistical skills. "Not a problem," she answered, holding up a set of keys, "we're taking the Land Rover."
"Wow," Jack said, genuinely impressed. "How did you get dad to give that up?"
"I'm a conversational wizard, little brother," she grinned.
"Right...," Jack trailed off. Then he perked up. "That means I can take my new Gibson and the half-stack."
"You weren't going to take it?"
"No room," Jack explained. "Now there is." He turned around and ran out to load the Land Rover.
------------------------------
The steaming hot water felt like heaven as it flowed over Stacy Marie's naked body. She had been standing there under the shower head for ten minutes now and hadn't even begun to begin any sort of cleaning process. Just some slow, soft rubbing of her hands down her body, a kind of light massage, gentle squeezes of her round, tender breasts, a finger or two sliding through the strip of hair that led down between her well-exercised legs.
Stacy Marie thought about movies. How you always see the woman taking a shower after some amount of sex because she feels dirty now, defiled for whatever reason, and wants nothing more than to wash all of the sex off of her. Stacy Marie wasn't that woman.
She was showering because she was dirty. But the kind of dirty that comes with all the exercise, sweat and other bodily fluids that are generated during sex. And she had done a lot of that over the past 24 hours. Jack. Sully. Sully and Nate. Sully some more.
I am not a slut. Sometimes a girl just needs a little fun. Stacy Marie didn't feel bad about it at all. Well, except for the situation with Debbie and Jack. What was she going to do about that?
She needed more information. Hayley had told her not to worry about anything. But then Jack and Debbie spent the night together. Jack was friendly enough when he said hello this morning, and it seemed like he hadn't changed the way he was interacting with Stacy at all. Maybe she was just reading the whole thing wrong. And I had to be a bitch to him.
Stacy Marie needed information. She needed to get ahold of Hayley. She should be up by now.
Stacy rushed through the soaping and rinsing and hoped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her for propriety's sake, she walked down the hallway to her bedroom and grabbed the Blackberry from her bag. She hit a few buttons. Shit, voicemail again. She decided to try the house phone and scrolled down through the contacts until she found the one labeled 'Bennett House'. Fuck, it's busy. At least I know someone's there.
The only thing left to do was just head on over there. She hand Hayley had plans to go shopping today anyways to get stuff for their graduation trip. They had been talking about their 3-day excursion to Myrtle for a few months now. An afternoon at the mall would give her plenty of time to talk to Hayley about Debbie and Jack.
Stacy Marie let her towel drop to the floor, and after the burst of refreshing coolness of the air hitting her naked body, stood at her closet selecting items of clothing.
-------------------
"Okay, Jack," Karen said handing him several sheets of printed paper. "I got you guys a private cabana. It has its own kitchen and everything like that. Right on the beach. These are the directions and stuff."
"Okay," Jack said, sticking the papers into the overhead visor. "Thanks, mom."
"Oh, you're welcome. It's been awhile since the three of you were together for a vacation. I just wish your father and I could've gone. Just not enough notice."
"Yeah, it kinda snowballed, didn't it?" Jack replied.
Karen laughed. "Yeah, Kara has a way of doing that."
"Maybe we can all go somewhere later on in the summer."
Karen smiled. "Yeah, we'll see what we can do."
Hayley walked up and threw her pillow and a thin blanket into the backseat.
"I see Hayley is ready," Karen pointed out.
Hayley climbed into the backseat and sat down. After closing the door, she stuck her head out of the window and stuck her tongue out at her mom in response to her sarcastic comment. The two broke into laughter and Hayley laid down across the backseat, resting her head on the pillow.
Kara came walking over to the vehicle, waving an iPod touch at Jack. "You left this on the counter, dumbass."
"Oh, shit. Thanks for grabbing it," Jack replied, adding, "smartass."
Dave poked his head out from under the open hood. Examining the oil level on the dipstick, he said, "Oh, I wanted you guys to take the extra set of keys for the Land Rover. Just in case." He returned the dipstick into the engine.
"Kara, honey, can you go get them?" he asked while focused on some other examination around the engine. "They're in my desk."
"Okay, daddy," she said, going back into the house.
In Dave's study, Kara started going through the drawers one by one. In the bottom left-hand one, she found a prescription bottle. Viagra? He never needed those with me. Or did he?
She opened the bottle to look at the little blue pills. They look kinda like Jack's xanax. Realizing the hijinks that could ensue, she took five or six from the bottle and put them in her pocket. These should make things interesting. She was excited thinking about how the pills might react with Jack, who definitely didn't need them in the first place.
---------------------------
Kara slid her seat as far back as it would go. Worrying about whether or not Hayley would have enough leg room was pointless as she wasn't even upright, but stretched horizontally across the backseat. Kicking her sandals off, Kara propped her feet up on the dash.
"Comfortable?" Jack quipped from the driver's seat.
"Getting there. The nerve pills are helping. Thanks."
Jack laughed. "They always do. But what do you say we christen this roadtrip?"
Kara's eyebrows peaked, insinuating her question of what he meant.
"It'll add to the relaxation quotient," Jack grinned. "Grab my cigarettes from the glove compartment?"
Kara smiled as she lowered her feet back to the floorboard to access the glove compartment. "Let me guess..."
"Yep," Jack said proudly, "spark that thing up."
As Kara was digging the joint from its nestled position among the menthol cigarettes, she made a comment. "You do realize that this is Dad's car. And pot does have a certain noticeable scent."
"Relax, sis," Jack replied, "we got this thing for a week. I think that's plenty of time for it to air out."
Kara shrugged and propped her feet back up on the dash as she lit the joint and took a hit. She handed it over to Jack, and as he was inhaling his first dose of the intoxicating smoke, the vehicle was gliding out of the on-ramp and into the freeway traffic.
-------------------
The chimes of the doorbell sounded. Karen looked up from her book. She wasn't expecting anyone, but, nevertheless, someone was there so she sat her book down and went to answer the door.
Karen smiled big when she opened the door and saw who it was. "Debbie!"
Debbie smiled back at her former boyfriend's mother whom, while she was dating Jack at least, she had grown close with. "Hey, Mrs. Bennett."
Karen got a 'you know better than that' look on her face. "You know it's 'Karen'. I think we got past formality when you walked up on me and Dave in the hot tub that night."
Debbie giggled and nodded. She remembered that night. She had been so embarrassed and worried about how they were going to react to being caught by her in the throws of nude foreplay, but the way they handled the situation just showed her that they were some of the coolest people in the world.
"Come in, come in," Karen beckoned. "Let me get a look at you. It's been so long." Debbie stepped inside and Karen closed the door behind her as she proceeded to look her up and down.
Karen had thought Debbie was one of the most beautiful girls that her son could have ended up with from the moment Jack had brought her home for dinner that first time. Now, as she looked at the shapely blonde in her khaki Capri pants, a stray thought popped in her mind of her son sliding his hands up those thighs and around to grasp what had to be firm, bubbly ass cheeks before turning her in a quick twist and pressing his hardening erection against it. What the hell was that? She had never had a thought involving Jack like that before.
As her eyes moved further up Debbie's body, an open, short sleeved, navy blue button-up shirt hung loose over a tight, white tank top. A pair of perfectly plump breasts stressed the cotton fabric as they pressed out against it. Still standing behind her with his hardness pressed into Debbie's firm backside, Jack's hands would slide around to her front and up to cup those round mounds. They would fit perfectly in his hand. It probably feels like heaven to her when he does.
"So, Karen," Debbie spoke up, stressing the point that she was now calling her 'Karen', as requested, "how have you been?"
Karen snapped out of her stupor. Thank god, where did all that come from? "Oh, I've been alright. Working. Crazy with your guy's graduation. Trying to prepare myself for the empty nest I'll have next year."
"Aww," Debbie said empathetically. "Well, I'll still be around here. I could be your stand-in child if it gets too lonely for you." She smiled.
Karen started laughing. "You may get taken up on that." Then, she realized that she didn't know why Debbie was here. "So what brings you around? Though, I'm sure it involves Jack." Wink.
Debbie grinned impishly. "Yeah. We kind of had a moment last night."
Karen grinned knowingly. "Yeah. I know. And judging from the time he got home - this morning - I'd think 'moment' might be an understatement."
Maybe that's why those images were in my head. Jack and I talked about this when he got back. I knew they had sex. Thank god that's all it is.
Debbie's eyes got real wide and she blushed real red. Karen laughed again. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just teasing you. I think it's great. It makes me happy. I missed you. And I know he did too."
Debbie got a warm, encouraging feeling inside.
"But," Karen went on to add, "he's not here. He has some club that he's playing at in Key West. So, he and the girls went down there for the week. A little vacation for the kids."
Debbie nodded her head, "Yeah, I know. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't. Didn't know that Hayley and Kara were going though."
"One of Kara's split-second major event plans," Karen clarified. So Jack wanted to take her with him. That's interesting. Debbie nodded knowingly about Karen's explanation of Jack's traveling company. Debbie herself had been a pawn in one of Kara's plans yesterday, with wondrous results.
"But he had left me a little note on my nightstand for when I woke up this morning," Debbie was explaining. "So I thought I would come over here and leave him one for when he gets back. Is that okay?"
Karen nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, of course. I think it's a wonderful idea. So sweet. Come on." Karen started towards the patio doors on the back of the house and Debbie followed. Stopping at the threshold, Karen pushed one of the doors open and pointed out. "He's taken up residence in the pool house since he came back. You should probably leave it out there."
Debbie nodded.
"Do you have time to stay for a bit? I can make some coffee, I'd love to catch up," Karen asked.
Debbie smiled and nodded. "Sure, I'd love that." This is going good.
"Good," Karen decided, "you go do your thing and I'll be right out with the stuff."
-----------------------
Debbie entered the poolhouse and looked around. Allowing herself some wishful thinking, she was excited that Jack was staying out here instead of in his old room in the house. If things worked the way she hoped they would, the seclusion of this space would be well appreciated, and well used.
Off to the left, Debbie spotted a desk with some items (music books, computer equipment) that told her it would be a place that Jack would notice her letter. She pulled the envelope from her pocket. Inside with the letter was a small snapshot of them kissing sweetly at their prom from back when they were dating. She took it out, then licked the envelope to seal the note inside. Privacy.
Where Jack had written "Ebb" on the note he left for her, Debbie had no cute nickname for him. She left a print of her lips in a pink lipstick kiss instead. Propping the envelope up against a little desk organizer, and laying the picture of the kiss flat on the desk at the bottom of her envelope, she inspected the setup one last time. Pleased with herself, she turned and exited the poolhouse.
Walking back towards the main house, Debbie met Karen exiting with a serving tray containing a pot of coffee and all the accoutrements for drinking it. They sat at the table and talked for an hour. About Kara's modeling, Hayley's college, Jack's music, Kara's successful plan/manipulation that got Jack and Debbie back together. They made plans to get together later in the week to do some shopping or something.
Both of them felt wonderful to have the other back within the orbit of their lives. They had always had one of those 'mother-daughter-who-are-good-friends-like-you-would-have-with-a-cool-aunt' type relationships.
------------------
"I've been thinking," Kara started, turning the volume on the car stereo down.
"About what?" Jack asked.
"I don't think we should tell anyone that I'm your sister when we're down there," Kara suggested.
"Okay," Jack replied. "Why?"
"Well, I just think that people knowing that would create some intimidation to guys who might want to have some fun, or whatever," she elaborated.
"Planning on fucking a lot of guys, are you?" Jack looked over at her, cracking a grin.
"No," Kara laughed. "But I want a guy to feel he can talk to me if he wants without worrying if my brother is the overprotective type."
Jack pondered the request for a moment. Then, he nodded. "Fair enough. Who are you, then?"
Kara thought for a second. "I don't know, I could be your manager or something." Immediately, Kara was excited about that. "Yeah, let me be your manager!"
"Alright then."
Kara reached to turn the music back up, but before she could, Jack asked, "What about Hayley?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do we say she's my sister?"
Kara was silent for a few moments. Then she just shrugged an 'I don't know'.
Jack quietly watched the road, thinking. Man, she comes up with the weirdest logic sometimes. But, it is logical in it's way. "Alright, then," Jack said. "What do you think Hayley will say about my new manager?"
"I'm sure she'll be cool with it."
Jack looked in the rear-view mirror at his little sister sleeping in the backseat.
----------------------
"Hey, Mr. Bennett," Stacy Marie said with a sultry perk. He's always so easy to play with.
Especially looking as she did in her tight, lo-rider jeans and black, midriff t-shirt with a white Playboy bunny logo designed and positioned perfectly to draw attention to the pert, teenage breasts bulging underneath. And that's where his attention was. For added effect, knowing there was a decent chance of running into him, Stacy Marie had decided to forego a bra, and could now feel the hard nipples that capped her breasts pointing out to Hayley's father, almost beckoning him to think he cold make a move.
"Hello, Stacy Marie," Dave replied, mouth dry and working hard to hold an eyeline appropriate with the luscious young blonde a few feet from him at the door.
"Hayley around?"
"Umm...no, she isn't actually," he answered.
"Oh," Stacy Marie sighed, not expecting that Hayley would not have been there. "Any timeframe on when she might be back?"
"Oh, let me think," Dave said, looking up while he paused to think. "I think they said Saturday or Sunday. I can't remember which."
That took Stacy completely by surprise. "What do you mean? Where did she go?"
Dave just looked at her, confused for a moment. He had expected that she would have known, being Hayley's best friend and all. "Uh, the girls decided to go with Jack to Key West for the week. He's got a show to play. So, we sent them on a little vacation. She didn't tell you?"
Stacy Marie shook her head. "No, last time I talked to her, I assumed we were still just going shopping and to Myrtle later this week."
Dave felt a little bad for Stacy Marie now. "Well, I think Kara was the catalyst for the whole 'sibling vacation' trip. Spur of the moment. You know how she is."
Dejected, Stacy Marie just muttered, "Yeah."
"Honey," came Karen's voice from the patio door side of the house, "who are you talking to?" By the time she finished asking the question, though, she had traversed the distance to the front door. "Oh, hey Stacy."
"Hey, Karen," Stacy Marie replied with a forced smile. She wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. It got worse though, and that smile immediately disappeared when she noticed what was right behind Karen - Debbie. What the FUCK is she doing here?
There was an awkward moment as the two acknowledged each other's presence. Debbie was still a little uneasy about walking in on Stacy Marie and Sully earlier. Stacy Marie was very uneasy about the fact that Debbie was here at Jack's house, with his mom.
"Well," Debbie said to Karen, suddenly uncomfortable in the new situation, "I've gotta get to work. Thanks for the coffee."
"Oh, you're welcome, sweetie," Karen responded. "I'll give you a call sometime this week and we can have dinner or shopping or something."
Debbie smiled back at her and nodded. She had no clue about the rage that this little back and forth was stirring in the other young blonde standing there. "Well, okay then. Bye, Karen, Mr. Bennett." She turned to Stacy Marie. "See you around?"
Stacy Marie forced a smile so as not to tip her hand. "Yeah, I might come by the beach house later. See what Sully is up to. You gonna be around?"
Debbie shrugged. "After 9:00 anyways. Have to work till then."
"Okay, cool," Stacy Marie said to her. Then she turned to Hayley's parents. "I've gotta be going too. I guess I'll just talk to Hayley when she gets back."
"Okay, dear," Karen said, smiling, then turned and went back inside.
Stacy Marie started to walk to her car. But she couldn't resist. She turned her head to look back at Dave, still standing at the door watching her go. Purposefully keeping her tight ass in his field of view, she cooed in her 'singy-songy-only-with-Mr.-Bennett-flirty' voice, "Bye-bye, Mr. Bennett." A little finger wave for added effect.
Share the love
English
