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“Tomorrow is going to be even more hectic.
You’ll have to meet a bunch of smile-in-your-face big money
bastards, the Mayor, and other people I could care less to
see.”

“Why did you even decide to come if your
family bothers you so much?” I asked, but secretly wished that I
hadn’t.

“Honestly? Because of you. I wanted you to
meet my mom. Jacob and Dad are okay in small doses, but I wanted my
mom to get to know you.”

I sat up and balanced my weight on my elbow,
while Jason reached up and played with a loose tendril of my
hair.

“You could have had your mom come out to San
Diego; I could have met her there.” He turned to face me, “I just
don’t like seeing you stiff as a board, and it seems that’s all
I’ve gotten since we got here.”

“She would have protested and made me feel
guilty about not seeing my dad and brother. Don’t worry about me.
I’m worried about you.” His honesty shocked me and I scrunched my
brows, prodding him to continue. “With Stacey coming in town…” I
stopped him by placing my index finger over his mouth.

“I don’t want to think, or talk about her
tonight. I’m done with you being so pissy.” He looked dumbfounded,
but didn’t object. I reached down and strategically placed my hand
over the zipper of his shorts and pulled it down and licked my lips
in a most unattractive, and goofy way -- hoping to get Jason to
laugh. He smirked, so I continued. I reached my hand into his open
zipper, and started tickling him, which caused him to laugh
feverishly. Mission accomplished.

Jason was longing and wanting, and after the
amount of bullshit that he had endured, I was much obliged to
provide for him. He turned me over on my back and climbed on top of
me, making his way up near my face. I reached down and grabbed his
rock hard from his shorts, and firmly forced him into my mouth. He
exhaled as I took him, and I grabbed his behind and forced him even
deeper into my mouth. He let himself go, which gave me the unasked
for permission to let loose on him. I started with small licks
around the tip, but as he craved more, I began a more aggressive
assault. The more he moaned the more determined I got. I moved my
hand around his thick shaft and started a relentless stroke that
sent his eyes to back of his head. He deserved a release, and I was
going to make sure he got it. The licks slowly turned into sucks. I
sucked with a vengeance, and the more he swiveled his hips, the
more tenacious I became. My hand and mouth were moving in perfect
succession, and the sight of Jason’s eyes unable to remain open
excited me. He started moaning, “I’m gonna cum,” and I continued my
pursuit of achieving the perfect release. He stopped me short,
surprising and annoying me all at once, but quickly moved to get me
ready for whatever it was that he had in mind.

Before I even had a chance to collect myself,
Jason was pulling my shirt over my head. I sat up and allowed him
to unfasten my bra. He was moving at warp speed, and I tried to
assist him as much as possible, to cut down on the delay. I raised
my hips and he pulled down my shorts and underwear, leaving me
completely naked. I tugged on his shorts, and got him to slow down
enough to actually remove them.

I pulled on his neck as I lay down, and soon,
our tongues were swirling hungrily in each other’s mouths. He
poured all of the day’s stresses into me, and I met him with the
same level of intensity. His solid erection stabbed into my thigh,
and the more I felt it, the more I wanted it. Jason reached down
and guided himself into me, I groaned at the intrusion, since I was
still sore from the sexual exploits from the night before. Knowing
how much he was craving me, I opened my legs wider, giving him
easier access. He thrust into me hard, and I moaned with each
pleasurable assault. His eyes were shut and worked tirelessly.
Sweat beads started to form on our skin. I moved my hands up and
down his wide back, and threw my head back, giving him the
invitation to take every inch of my neck.

He took the hint, and began suckling my neck
which was my undoing. My insides felt like electric shocks were
going off. I grabbed hold of Jason like my life depended on it, and
shook with a violent force that sent my legs into an uncontrollable
quiver. My spot had been hit numerous times, and sensations were
radiating from inside.

“I need you,” Jason breathed, “cum for me
baby.” It didn’t take too much longer and I was gripping his back,
curling my toes, and grabbing the blankets while I came violently.
Jason grabbed my hands and pinned them down to the bed while he
came. I could feel the warm spurts exploding throughout me, while
the aftershocks of my orgasm left me breathless.

Jason collapsed on me, and I had no strength
to move so we lay, with him inside me for a few minutes until we
both gathered the strength to adjust. “Thank you,” he said, and I
simply smiled back my retort. “Oh, and congratulations on your
graduation.”

“That was the best present ever, thanks!”

We didn’t even bother to shower, just crawled
under the covers, into each other’s arms, and fell into a deep,
blissful sleep.

<>

I woke to Jason staring at me. He looked like
he had been awake for a while, but still snuggled under me, just
watching me sleep. I smiled and wiped my eyes, and he softly spoke
his greeting I had grown to adore, “good mornin’ gorgeous.” I
kissed his lips, then jumped out of bed, threw some clothes at him,
and jumped into a t-shirt and shorts. The aroma of coffee was
luring me to the kitchen where I found Chelsea and Hunter, laughing
and sipping coffee.

“You’re alive,” Chelsea yelled, smiling at me
and then over to Jason.

I blushed and shook my head. I knew Chelsea
and Hunter were in the house, but with the way that Jason was
feeling last night, I just didn’t care.

Jason walked into the kitchen and said his
good mornings, then poured us both a cup of coffee before reminding
us that we had to get dressed for breakfast at the main house.
Chelsea would get a glimpse of the nonsense that was Jacob, and we
also had to deal with the infamous Stacey.

We showered, probably the fastest shower we
had ever taken together, and I left my hair slightly damp as I
threw it up into a messy bun. Jason threw on a tight fitting
t-shirt and cargo shorts, and I grabbed a white sundress from my
suitcase, trying to be as light and free as possible. This was day
two of the terrible Texas heat, and I wanted to be prepared.

Chelsea over-exaggerated the heat as we
walked from the guesthouse up to the main house. She continuously
fanned herself, and made little comments before I shot her a
warning glance. I knew Jason’s tension was building and I didn’t
need her contributing to it.

“Well shit, I’m sorry. It’s hotter than the
devil’s breath out here,” she whined, and I laughed -- dramatic or
not -- she was probably right.

We walked into the house and were met by Mr.
and Mrs. Bradley. Jason introduced Chelsea to his parents, and
reacquainted them with Hunter before Mrs. Bradley took me in her
embrace. Chelsea looked around the house and nodded her approval.
“Is that a Control brand chandelier?” She asked, walking towards
the dining room area.

“Yes it is, are you familiar with it?” Mrs.
Bradley asked, excited over the conversation about interior
design.

“Yes, my parents have them in their
house.”

Their conversation took off from there, and
Chelsea smiled as Mrs. Bradley led her on a tour of the house,
describing every intricate detail of the choices she had made.

Jason, Hunter, and I followed Mr. Bradley
into the kitchen area where a crew worked diligently on country
potatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and freshly baked
buttermilk biscuits.

“When’s the last time you ate a real
breakfast Cara? You lookin’ kinda thin there.” I didn’t know how to
respond to such a blunt assertion so I just smiled and stood closer
to Jason.

He didn’t take too kindly to his dad’s
comment and grimly replied, “She’s fine dad. Not everyone has to
eat heavy to be healthy.” Mr. Bradley acted as if Jason hadn’t even
spoken when he went to questioning Hunter about the accounting
firm, and the new accounts that they were establishing.

Chelsea and Mrs. Bradley made their way back
downstairs, and as Chelsea got closer to the kitchen she said,
“This is a kick ass house. When we get ours, I want to make it look
like this.” Hunter rubbed his hands through his hair, probably
concerned with the amount of money it would take to make a house
look the Bradley’s.

The swinging open of the front door, and a
loud, “We’re here…let’s eat,” signaled the entrance of Jacob and
his family. I rubbed Jason’s back to try and soothe the growing
unease I could feel rising in his body. Chelsea made her way to the
walkway and stuck her hand out, initiating contact with Jacob,
throwing him off guard.

“I’m Chelsea, and this is my boyfriend,
Hunter.” She firmly shook Jacob’s hand, and gave Heather a warm
hug. Chelsea was so much more outgoing than I could ever be, and I
sensed the forward nature that she possessed threw Jacob for a
loop. Heather came across as quiet and compliant, quite the
opposite of my dear best friend. I timidly made my way over to say
my hellos, deliberately avoiding any body contact with Jacob. The
look he gave could have singed my clothing straight from my body.
Mrs. Bradley’s call for everyone to make our way to the dining
table felt like a save from another awkward interaction between the
brothers, because Jason was watching his look, and growing angrier
by the second.

The breakfast conversation was much lighter
and friendlier than the sour dinner conversation the night before.
I envied Chelsea for her ability to command a room, and steer the
conversation in her desired direction. We talked about life after
college, parties, and business ventures. I finally started to
relax, when there was a knock on the door. The hair on my arm stood
at attention and the muscles in my face froze. Jason rubbed my back
and whispered, “don’t worry about it,” knowing full well that
Stacey was on the other side of the door.

Stacey strolled into the house like she owned
the place. She walked over to Mr. Bradley and gave him a big hug,
and his obvious reciprocal affections for her made my stomach turn.
She looked me square in the eye and gave a smug smile, which I gave
right back to her. Mrs. Bradley stood and gave her a big warm hug,
the same that she seemed to give everyone who made their way into
her home. I peeked at Chelsea, who had her claws out ready to
pounce. She connected the dots without a formal introduction ever
being made. Mrs. Bradley, ever the conciliatory one, introduced
Stacey to the table, unaware that I had already had the displeasure
of meeting her.

Stacey held her hand out for Hunter, who
shook it stiffly. Chelsea took her hand, but snickered at her,
causing her to pull back and sneer at her. If Stacey was looking
for a fight, Chelsea was the wrong person to pick one with. She
fixed her eyes on Jason, and after licking her lips seductively,
purred, “Hi Jace. Not excited to see me?” The smile on her face was
anything but innocent, and hearing that pet name made me want to
expel my breakfast. Jason smiled and simply responded, “Hi Stacey,”
then squeezed my thigh under the table, trying to reassure me.

The air in the room was thick once again,
only this time, Jason wasn’t radiating the heat and tension.
Chelsea was fixated on Stacey, and unfortunately, Stacey was
returning the stares. I tapped Jason -- he would pull us from the
stalemate, and he got the clue; rising from his seat and thanking
the crew and his parents for breakfast. Mrs. Bradley asked if we
wanted to partake in a game of horseshoes, but Jason kindly
declined and before leaving the house, he kissed his mom and little
Abby.

“What a bitch that Stacey girl is,” Chelsea
griped as we made our way back down to the guesthouse. “I know you
said she was a piece of work Cara, but I didn’t think she was so
shamelessly obvious with it.”

Hunter pulled Chelsea close, his arms draped
over her shoulders, and I looked at her with an I-told-you-so look
on my face.

When we got back to the guest house, Jason
threw on some board shorts and told the rest of us to get dressed
and meet him out on the deck. I wasted no time getting changed, in
a hot pink two piece that I had recently purchased. There was a
boat waiting by the dock, and some of the workers that had brought
our bags in were waiting for us. There was a tube connected to the
back, with enough room for two riders. Jason walked hurriedly
towards them, pulling me by the hand to get to the boat. The guys
handed us each a life vest, and we jumped inside, as they pulled
the boat away from the dock and onto the open lake. The weather was
much like the day before, so the idea of skidding through the water
made me even more anxious to get going.

Once we were safely buckled into our vests,
Jason helped me onto the tube. The guys slowly pulled the boat away
from the dock and began to pick up speed. The high intensity of
skidding over the water, water splashing in my face and Jason
holding my hand for dear life made me forget about the earlier run
in with Stacey. I felt carefree, loose, and overall, I felt happy.
Jason looked like a kid who had just been granted freedom, and all
of the unease that had been closely following him since we arrived
in Texas was set loose on the open waters of the lake. We made our
way back in to give Hunter and Chelsea a turn when Jacob and Stacey
made their way down to the dock.

“No invites? That’s cool man.” Jacob yelled,
and Stacey stood, laughing at his poor excuse for being funny.

We ignored their taunts, and when Hunter and
Chelsea made their way back in, Jason left our soaking wet life
vests at his brother’s feet and muttered, “You wanna ride?” Jacob
kicked the life vest away, but we had our backs to them so I
couldn’t tell what other sort of tantrum he threw. Chelsea walked
past Stacey and curled her upper lip at her, but said nothing as
she passed. I just wanted to get back into the guesthouse, and feel
the superficial feel of peace and tranquility.