Chapter 5: Spring Thaws

I folded my ski jacket into a semblance of a pillow, tucked it between my head and the window of the bus, and tried to ignore the chattering girls behind me. I silently debated if skiing for the day was worth three hours of their giggles and stares.

It was the annual school ski trip. First time through, I had enjoyed skiing. Now, I was taking my first trip to Wisconsin a few years earlier than I had previously. I wanted to see if my knowledge and strength would let me get up and be proficient quickly. I had not counted on the girls on the trip giving me strange looks and then whispering with their heads together.

For some reason, there were not a lot of guys on the trip. I seemed to be both the only freshman boy, and the only unattached male on the bus. Ever since the Winter Prom, I had received plenty of attention from girls at school and around town.

Heather and I had had a pleasant time. She had let me kiss her good night after the dance with a soft gentle kiss that promised more, but had then turned me down for another date during the winter break. As soon as school started back up, I had been approached by many girls looking for either a boyfriend or just a friend who was a boy. I was starting to feel a little like a man whore.

If I had realized I would be plotted for during the long drive up to the ski area today, I might have tried to talk Mom into taking me instead of boarding the bus at five thirty on a cold Saturday morning. Before we had even pulled out of the school parking lot, I had decided that pretending sleep would be my best bet for at least the first leg of the trip.

I almost succeeded in falling asleep when I felt the bus turn and then stop. I cracked open an eye. We were at my old school. I then remembered that it was a district trip today. Obviously, we were picking up more kids. I closed my eyes, hoping that I would not gain an obnoxious seat mate if they thought I was sleeping.

"I guess you were saving this for me," I heard a familiar voice say. I opened my eyes to see a smiling Jyl Salaway sit down next to me.

I smiled back and glanced up the bus aisle. Jeryl was a few rows ahead, sitting with Kay. "How are you, Jyl?" I asked as I scooted closer to the window and gave her a little more room on the seat.

"I'm great, Paul." She said it just a little louder than she needed to. Jeryl looked back at the sound of her sister's voice saying my name. She gave me a dazzling smile and then turned back around. Jyl seemed pleased with herself and then squeezed close to me.

"I was sorry to hear about your friend, Wendy," she said softly and patted my arm.

"Thanks." I did not want to discuss Wendy with any of the Salaway women. "How have you been?"

"Good, actually. We're pretty busy with school and cheerleading and everything. Did you have a good Christmas?"

We continued with small talk. I told her about classes. She asked about girlfriends. I asked who she was dating now and she admitted to being single at the moment. Soon, we were discussing skiing. She and Jordan and Jeryl were all decent skiers from family trips to Colorado every other year. They had not gone this year, so Wisconsin had to be good enough for them. I admitted it was my first time, but that I was looking forward to it.

The trip seemed to fly by. Soon we were at the ski area and unloading. I smiled at the jeans people were wearing with the gaudy sweaters given at Christmas and whatever winter jackets they had. I had learned my lesson the first time through and managed to convince Mom that I needed real ski pants and a decent ski jacket. The Salaway girls and I looked like we were the only ones with decent outerwear for skiing.

I let Jyl guide me to the lockers and stored our backpacks as I admired how she and Jeryl both looked in their snug black ski pants and trim white jackets. Despite the difference in their hair color, given their matching outfits it was obvious they were sisters.

Jeryl kept glancing at me, but stuck next to Kay as we went through the line for boots, skis and poles. I followed Jyl outside and we made our way to the bunny slope. I eyed the chair lift as we stood in line for the T-bar on the bunny slope with the majority of the school kids.

"Let's see what you can do," Jyl said as she dropped her skis and stepped into the bindings. I followed suit and shuffled along in line until it was our turn to grab the opposite sides of the T-bar and get pulled up the gentle slope.

I really wanted to get away from everyone and see if my memory would translate to my muscles, but a simple run would probably be the best way to start. As we got to the top of the hill, I let go and coasted away from the lift area, made a turning stop and waited for Jyl to pull up next to me.

"Good, you know how to stop. That's important," she said as I adjusted my stocking cap and goggles.

She started to say something else, probably some coaching advice, but I just grinned, pushed off and pointed my skis down the hill to pick up some speed. I was making my second cutting turn when she caught up to me.

"I thought this was your first time!" She said as she passed me. I turned downhill and cut behind her before passing her again and then making a sweeping stop at the bottom of the hill.

"I guess I'm a natural!" I said as she stopped next to me. "Let's do a bigger hill."

She laughed and we poled over to the chair lift. She waved at Jeryl and Kay as we passed over their heads heading up the hill for some longer runs.

My legs still felt great when we finally took a break for lunch and I could tell that my instincts were still sharp for skiing. I had avoided a mogul run that Jyl seemed keen on doing, but otherwise had not had any trouble on the hill. I had always hated moguls. We had just sat down to eat a bowl of soup when Jeryl joined us. Kay was still in line with her lunch.

"I'm going with you two after lunch," she announced as she sat down and peeled off her gloves and jacket. "If I make another run down the bunny hill, I'm going to scream."

Jyl laughed and stuck her tongue out at her younger sister. "We've been tearing it up. Paul is a natural. I still can't believe this is your first time on skis."

Jeryl looked at me in surprise. "I saw you guys once or twice. You can't ski that well your first time, Paul. Did you lie to Jyl?"

"Nope. First time I've ever been up on snow skis." At this age, anyway, I left out. "I did waterski a little before, so maybe that's why it feels natural."

Kay joined us then and the conversation turned away from me, thankfully. I really did not want to lie to the girls and I knew I was much better than any first time skier had a right to be.

A little while later, as Kay complained about sore legs, Jyl suggested they go sit in the lodge by the fire for a little bit. "Lot's of cute guys in there," she said with a smile and a wink at Jeryl and me.

As soon as they were out of sight, I laughed. "Would you like to hit something other than the bunny hill?" I asked as Jeryl looked at me.

Soon we were back outside and heading to the bigger lifts. We skied hard, chasing each other down the trails. I enjoyed following Jeryl's lithe figure as she shifted her hips and knees to navigate the trails. She laughed when I tried to dust her at the bottom of the hill. The afternoon flew by.

All too soon, we were back at the base of the hills turning in our skis. As we walked toward the busses, Jeryl grabbed my hand and ducked under my arm to hold herself against me. "Thanks, Paul. I really enjoyed skiing with you this afternoon." Before I could respond, she darted in and kissed my cheek. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too, kitten." I hugged her closer and then stepped aside to let her climb the bus steps in front of me. I followed and was soon sharing a seat with her. Kay and Jyl ended up a few seats in front of us, and I soon had a warm young lady cuddled up next to me as we headed out to the highway and home.

Running in winter was cold, but I kept at it at least three times a week to help keep me in shape. It also gave me time to think between jobs on the Beast. My car was shaping up with a functional engine and generator as well as fully weather-proofed electro-hydraulic drive-by-wire system. I had recently finished building the passenger compartment frame and would soon start the body work needed to make it look more like a real car once again. I felt I was on track to take it for a full test drive by the end of the school year. I was satisfied with my progress on the car front.

Now, if I could work on having a girlfriend to take on a drive, I'd be happy with my personal life as well.

I was two miles into a cold, gray Saturday morning run when I decided to do something about it. I reach the corner of the section and turned right, heading down the Salaway's road. It was too early to stop in to see Jordan, Jyl, or Jeryl, but I hoped I would see some sign of their father taking care of his cattle. As I approached their farm, I was happy to see a light on in the barn. I jogged up just as Mr. Salaway stepped out.

"Good morning, sir," I said.

"Good morning, Paul. How are you doing?" I was surprised by his smile. I had geared up mentally to argue with him.

"Good, thanks."

He flipped off the light in the barn, stepped into the yard, and latched the barn door behind him. "I'm glad you stopped by. I've been getting quite an earful at home over the past couple of months because of you."

I was confused now. "About what?"

"About the fact that I may have been a little premature in asking you to stay away from Jeryl for a while."

"I hope you know that I've honored your wishes from the last time we talked, sir."

"I know you have, Paul. That's why I'm willing to talk to you about it. I may have overreacted. I did not really realize how much until I saw how happy Jeryl was after her skiing trip a couple of weeks ago."

"Did she tell you I was on that trip?" I asked.

He nodded. "But she also told me that she and Jyl did not know you were going. Is that true?"

"Yes, sir. I didn't even think about Jeryl possibly going until I saw them on the bus."

"I believe you, Paul. You and your cousins have always been fine young gentlemen. Jeryl really enjoyed her day with you. It was the first time since Kay's party that she seemed happy. That is when I realized I might have been unfair to her and to you."

"You have to do what you think is best for your daughters, sir. I understand that."

"Good. It's going to take a lot of trust from her mother and me to let her start dating again, but I realized that you are a boy I think I can trust. So, I wanted to let you know that you can ask Jeryl out again, if you would like to."

I could not help but burst into a grin. I wanted to hug him. Instead I grabbed his hand and pumped it up and down. "Thank you, sir. I would definitely like to ask her out again."

He laughed. "I can tell." He pulled free and put a hand on my shoulder and guided me toward the house. "We will let her go out with you, Paul, but we may have some restrictions, like a reasonable curfew and having your Mom or one of us drive you on your dates, okay?"

"That's fine, sir. Thank you for trusting us both," I said.

We were at the door to their house before he dropped his hand from my shoulder. "I'd invite you in to ask her out right now, but I'd be surprised if any of my daughters are up yet," he said.

"No problem, sir. I need to get back to my run anyway. If you could, I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything to Jeryl yet until I can ask her out in person. I'd like to surprise her."

He smiled. "Okay, but don't wait too long or my wife and daughters won't be happy with either of us."

I grinned and nodded and then headed back to the road. My feet felt lighter and my pace was definitely improved. I seemed to suddenly have something to run toward.

I spent most of that Saturday working on my car. I wanted to call Jeryl and ask her out for the Valentines Dance in two weeks, but I wanted to make it special. A phone call did not seem like the right way to do it.

I fitted the first teardrop fender over my front wheel and carefully slipped two screws in to hold it in place. I wanted the car to be easy to work on and modify, so my design called for many pieces of the body to be held on with flush metal screws, especially around the wheel housings in case I had problems with either the electric drive motors, the gimbaled mountings or the steering hydraulics. The exaggerated teardrop fender would fit the bill of making it easy to pull off, while lending a sleek line to the car. I planned on matching the curving slope in the body line as well, to create some streamlined symmetry in the overall design. As I stepped back and looked at the lone fender, I could see the finished image in my mind. It was going to look cool.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and then began cleaning up my workbench. It was almost time for dinner, and I knew Mom had something in the oven. She would not be happy if I delayed chores and spoiled her timing. I was inside and cleaned up in time to help set the table as she pulled a roast chicken from the oven.

"You seem to be in a good mood," she said as I pulled plates from the cabinet.

"I am. I ran into Mr. Salaway this morning while I was on my run." I told her about his change of heart.

"That's nice, Paul. I'm proud of how you have handled things with Jeryl and the Salaways. I'm surprised you didn't call her already, though."

"It was difficult not to, trust me. But I want to ask her out in person, not over the phone. If we were still in the same school, I could do it Monday, but I won't really have a chance to accidentally bump into her."

Mom was silent as she carved up the chicken and fixed out plates. As we sat down to dinner, she sighed. "You know, we used to go to the same church as the Salaways."

I had not really thought about it, but she was right. We had stopped going to church on a regular basis the year after my father died. I had never asked why. It did not seem to mean much to me.

Mom still read the bible on a regular basis, but seemed to have lost her appetite for church. I had never really considered it before, but with a much older perspective, I suddenly realized Mom had a reason for not going and it probably had something to do with dad's death.

"Why did we stop," I asked between bites of food.

"The minister and I did not see eye to eye on several things," Mom answered. "I decided it was probably better to just not go instead of arguing with him."

"What sort of things?"

Mom put her fork down and looked at me for a minute. Finally, she sighed again and picked her fork back up. "He was trying to comfort me after your father's death. I did not find his words much comfort." Her tone said she did not want to talk about it.

"Is the same minister still there?" I could not even remember his name, it had been so long ago.

"I don't think so."

"Do you think we could go tomorrow?"

Mom laughed. "Paul, do you think it is a good idea to go to church just to have a chance to ask a girl out?"

I shrugged and swallowed. "I can think of worse reasons to go to church."

I sat through an agonizing service, forcing a smile on my face once I saw the Salaway girls in the choir behind the pulpit. Jeryl did not seem to notice me until I caught Jordan's eye and gave her a genuine smile. She quickly nudged Jyl and pointed me out with a nod of her chin. Jyl wasted no time nudging Jeryl in turn. Once she looked at me, the homily became bearable. Her smile made the rest of the service pass quickly, and soon we were heading to the social hall for refreshments.

"Paul," Jordan said from behind me.

I turned and found myself in a quick series of hugs from Jordan, then Jyl, then Jeryl. It was almost enough to make me a regular church goer.

"Ladies," I said as my Mom turned and smiled at the girls.

"I can't remember the last time I saw you in church, Paul." Jordan commented.

"Me either, Jordan." I tried not to grin. "I had a special reason to make the effort today, though."

"Oh, something to pray for?" Their mother had come up behind them. I did not see their dad.

"Well, sort of." I turned to Jeryl and smiled. "I was hoping it would give me a chance to ask Jeryl to the Valentines Dance a week from Saturday."

Jeryl's eyes got wide as she stepped closer to me then looked back at her mother. Janet smiled and nodded.

Jeryl grabbed me in another hug. "I'd love to go. Thank you for coming and asking." We moved into the line for some pastries, coffee and juice and the girls started peppering me with questions.

"What time is it at? What time will you pick her up? Are you having dinner first? What sort of dance is it? Formal?"

"Semi-formal," I replied. "It is from eight to eleven. If I can talk Mom into it, I will take her to dinner first, but I'm not sure where yet. I need to have a couple of surprises for her, don't I?"

They all inhaled to start the next round of questions when Mrs. Salaway laughed and stepped between myself and the girls. "Girls, give the boy a chance to breathe. Jeryl, I'll take you shopping this afternoon and we'll see if we can find you a nice dress for the dance. Paul, if your Mom can't drive or wants to share the burden, I'd be happy to help out."

Mom reinserted herself in the conversation. "Thanks, Janet. Maybe we could split it up. I can do dinner and get them to the dance and you can pick them up."

I laughed to myself as I realized a seventy-year-old man had just had two mothers take over all the arrangements for his date. Instead of arguing, I was at least wise enough to smile, nod and let the ladies in my life get on with making all the important decisions for me.

"Jeryl looks stunning," Lisa whispered to me as we danced. She and Jim were at the dance together and had quickly invited us to sit with them. Jeryl and I had danced together exclusively until Jim insisted we trade partners for at least one dance. I was glad he had. Lisa's confirmation of my own opinion was a huge boost for my ego.

I knew from my memory that Jeryl would blossom during her freshman year. My own eyes had told me she gained some height and had padded her figure a little since the fall, but seeing her in her new red cocktail dress and classy heels had sealed the deal. She was a hottie. And she was at the dance with me. And we were having a great time.

"Thanks," I managed to say. "I agree. You look pretty good yourself," I said with a quick glance up and down Lisa's trim body. She wore a silver dress and had her hair done up. Jim was a lucky guy, even with Coach Miller sitting off to one side of the gym as a chaperon for the dance.

"Are you guys going to Eric's party after the dance?"

Eric Peterson, the senior I had filled in for during the playoffs, was having a party. He had invited the whole football team and all the cheerleaders with their dates.

"No. We can't really. Jeryl's Mom is picking us up."

"That's too bad. I know you two have not had much of a chance to have any 'alone' time together."

I smiled. "You and Jim haven't either," I said as I glanced toward the edge of the gym where her father was sitting.

"Oh, we've probably had more than you think," she said with a blush.

I arched an eyebrow but did not say anything as the song ended. We headed back to the table where Jim and I deftly changed places by our girls. I took Jeryl's hand in mine as she leaned into me rather than sitting back down.

"Thanks for bringing me," she said as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I hope you're having fun."

"I am. Maybe not as much fun as skiing with you, at least until the next slow song." As if answering her wish, the band struck up a slow number. I smiled and lead her back out to the dance floor.

Jeryl stepped in close to me and draped her arms around my neck as I dropped mine to her lower back and lowered my head to look into her eyes. She was stunning. Her smile could melt me and her hazel eyes seemed to have found the laughter they had lost in the fall. I kissed her forehead and pulled her tight as we shuffled our feet in typical high-school dance fashion. She rested her head on my shoulder and moved her hands around my waist.

"I wish I could drag you out of here to be alone for a while," she whispered.

"Me, too, ma'am. But I'd rather have a chance to take you out again and again, and if we snuck out and got caught, that would not happen."

"I know, but I can wish, can't I?"

I kissed her again. "Of course you can."

We finished the dance and all too soon the last song was played and it was time for us to gather our jackets and head for the parking lot. We were not the first people out the door, but we weren't the last either. Jeryl clung to my arm as we stepped into the cold night air and looked for her mother. We stood near the door for a few minutes before seeing Jordan's black mustang pull into the parking lot.

Jeryl gave a little squeal and pulled me toward the car. "She did it. Jordan told me she would try to get Mom to let her pick us up. She promised a slow drive home if she did."

I laughed and stepped out a little faster to open the door for my date and flip the seat forward so we could climb into the back seat.

"Did you have fun, kids?" Jordan asked with a smile.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered as I slid into the tight back seat and managed to pull the door shut. Jeryl was immediately in my lap and giving me a scorching kiss. I shifted my attention from the cramped back seat to the delectable young lady in my lap and returned her kiss with enthusiasm.

"A-hem," Jordan said from the front seat, looking at us in the rearview mirror. Jeryl broke our kiss and looked at her sister.

"What? I've been a perfect lady all night. If you think I'm going to waste the drive home, you've got something else coming." She stuck her tongue out at her sister and then kissed me again.

Jordan laughed and shifted her car into gear. "Okay, but please don't let me see anything I'll have to report to Mom."

Jeryl broke free again long enough to twist in my lap, and reach up to knock the rearview mirror askew. "Now you won't see anything back here, sister."

Her hands returned to my face as she kissed me again. Her lips were soft, but insistent against mine. I drank her in and let my hands slip around her waist to hold her firmly against me as the car began moving. Jordan was kind enough to turn up the radio and pretend to ignore us.

I dropped one hand to her leg and stoked her stocking covered thigh gently as our tongues entered battle. She sifted against my growing erection and moaned into my mouth as I slowly stroked higher.

I was surprised to find the top of a stocking midway up her thigh. She squirmed against me as I softly stroked along the boundary of silk and skin. She turned into me and I let my hand drift higher to cup her delectable, panty clad ass.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered in Jeryl's ear as we paused our kissing.

"You make me feel that way," she whispered back. Her hand dropped between us and managed to cup my erection. "I'd like to help you with this, but that would probably freak Jordan out."

Luckily my blush could not be seen in the dark. I kissed her neck and then nibbled her ear a little as she gently rubbed me. Too soon, I had to shift her hand away. "Let's not do anything I'll have to explain to my Mom," I said as I squeezed her ass and stroked her thigh. She kissed me and then shifted again to spread her own legs a little further apart.

She nuzzled my ear with her nose. "Can you touch me?" She whispered.

I shifted my grip on her waist and slid my other hand around her hip, tracing the stocking top to the front garter fastening. Slowly I inched my fingers up along the garter until I could feel the edge of her panties. I kissed her as I dragged a finger along the moist center of her panties. She moaned again as I pressed gently, searching for the top of her slit through the damp material.

Slowly I probed and stroked, until she began gently thrusting her hips against my hand. We locked our lips and I felt her shudder against me and pull my head to press our lips harder together. She moaned into my mouth and shuddered again. I was pretty sure she had an orgasm.

Slowly our lips parted. "God, you make me feel so good," she whispered.

"I'm glad I can," I replied. Evidently, our timing was perfect. I glanced out the window and could see our house lights through the windshield. I pulled my hand down from her skirt and gave her a hug and a kiss. "Better get straightened up. We're almost at my house."

Jordan chose that moment to turn down the radio and reach up to readjust the mirror. "Okay you two, get all your clothes back on. We're almost at Paul's."

Jeryl blew her sister a raspberry, but squirmed around a little to pull the hem of her dress lower. "No clothes came off, this time," She said. You could hear the pout in her voice. To me she whispered, "Next time, I don't want to say that."

I kissed her and then we were pulling in the driveway. I managed to climb out of the backseat and Jeryl followed me out. I put the seat back and then pulled her in for a final embrace and kiss good night.

We kissed until Jordan cleared her throat again. "Good night, Paul. Thanks for a great evening," Jeryl said.

"My pleasure, ma'am."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it was my pleasure, too."

"Taylor!"

"Yes, coach?" I answered as I exited the locker room after PE.

"I don't see your name on the track sign-up sheet. Why not?"

I started a flip answer and then stopped myself. "Just didn't see it, coach. Are there tryouts?"

"Yes and no. Anyone can sign-up and we'll figure out what events to place you in. I think you can be a contender in the 440 and maybe the mile. What do you think?"

"I'll try whatever you want me to, coach."

"Good answer. Practice starts next Monday after school. Don't be late."

That was how I joined the track team. I was running regularly anyway and knew it would not hurt my standing with the coaches to be seen in a spring sport. I knew I would never play baseball, so this was a good compromise.

I headed off to lunch and caught up with Lisa and Jim. "Looks like your dad has it in for me, Lisa." I joked.

"What do you mean?"

"Track. He told me to sign up today."

"Good for you. You need to do something to stay in shape." So much for a sympathetic ear.

Jim shook his head. "The Coaches tell all the skills positions to go out for track to improve speed and stamina for football. They don't like you 'slacking off' on the baseball diamond." Jim played second base. "I swear Coach J runs us harder in baseball than Lisa's dad does in track."

I snorted. "Let's check our times on the 440 and mile in a month and then decide if that's true," I said.

"Four-forty? How did you decide to run that?"

The quarter mile was the longest sprint in track. I knew from my prior life that it was not a fun race. The few times I had run it the first time through, it had made me vomit. I was not looking forward to training for this race.

"Coach picked it."

Jim shook his head. "You win. You're going to run a ton more than me this spring. Sucker."

"Fifty-eight nine, Taylor. I thought you were faster than that!" Coach yelled.

"Shit," I muttered. I had never been under sixty seconds on the four-forty the first time through. Now I was four seconds off the school record, and still too slow for coach. It was the third timed sprint of the practice and my best of the day and I was already the fastest on the team for this race. Baseball was starting to look pretty good.

I walked around the track, our only rest between sprints, and wondered what I could do differently. Nothing came to mind as I ran out of track and headed back to the starting blocks. Coach waved us all together.

"Okay, we have three problems with all the sprinters; start speed getting off the line and up to speed, maximum speed and endurance. Taylor, how many miles do you do outside practice in a week?"

"Twelve to sixteen, coach."

My teammates looked at me like I had two heads.

"Your endurance is good, but not at the sprinting speed you need to maintain. You need to cut the miles and do more back-to-back sprints. It's a different kind of endurance for this race."

"Blake, your top speed is low because you have a short stride. We need you to be stretching out and pumping your arms more. Once your sprinting is faster, you'll need to increase your endurance as well."

"Billings, you need to work on your starting. Everyone else is on their second step before you are out of the blocks. You all have to focus on each part of your race and transition between those parts easily. Understand?"

"Yes, Coach!" We yelled. Some things were the same regardless of the sport.

"Stairs. Last person does it again!"

We all took off running for the concrete steps leading up to the top of the bleachers beyond the track. The steps were not very high, but were deep so you could not skip steps easily. This was coach's favorite foot speed drill. Up to the top, across the walkway and down the other set of steps, then around the track at a fast jog to keep us warmed up. It was torture if you were the last. I made sure I wasn't.

It did not really matter, though since we all did the drill at least three more times during the practice.

By the time we finished, I was very glad tomorrow would be a weight training day to increase our strength. My legs were still feeling rubbery when I left the gym after practice.

"Hey there, stranger," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up as Jyl waved at me from her sister's car.

I smiled and walked over. "Does Jordan know you've taken her car?" I asked playfully. Jordan loved her car.

"Of course. Hop in and I'll give you a ride home. I already told your Mom I'd give you a lift."

I hurried around the car and climbed in. "How have you been," I asked. Jeryl and I had been on two Saturday night dates since the Valentine Dance. Her mother had driven us both times, limiting our private time together to that spent in the movie theater. I had only seen Jyl and Jordan at church during that time, and not spent much time talking to either of them.

"I'm good."

"Seeing anyone?"

She blushed. "No, which is one of the reasons I convinced Jordan to let me pick you up today."

I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure what to do with that statement," I finally admitted. "What are the other reasons?"

Jyl shot me a look and then returned her concentration to the road. "Well, you know we have spring break coming up next week, right?"

"Yeah. Are you guys going somewhere?"

"Um, not really. Well, sort of. Jordan and Mom and Dad are going to look at two colleges. They're going to Purdue on Tuesday and then Northwestern on Thursday. We convinced Mom and dad to let Jeryl and I stay home. We thought you might like to come over Tuesday night to watch a movie or something."

"Or something?"

She blushed again. "Well, we had to promise them that we would not have a party. I asked if a couple of friends could come over to watch a movie, but might not have mentioned your name."

"Okay. Mom will probably let me go watch a movie with friends. Now what does that have to do with you not seeing anyone? Do you want me to fix you up with someone from my school?"

She blushed again. "No."

"One of my cousins?"

"No."

Adolescent fantasies began to come to mind. "Then what did you have in mind?"

She was silent as she drove. Finally, "Jeryl and I have made an agreement."

"An agreement?"

"Yes. I know Jordan told you about us. Mom and Dad will cut us off if we go too far. Jordan has helped teach me things to do. Now it's my turn to teach Jeryl. Jordan thought next week might be a good time for that. I'll show Jeryl some ways to take care of you; you some ways to take care of her; and I'll get a little relief in the process."

I almost laughed. "Okay, but Jeryl has to tell me she wants to do this. I promised her and myself I would never pressure her into doing anything."

Jyl smiled. "And that's why she will ask you to do this, you big oaf. She knows you would not push her and you'd never approach me while dating her."

I felt a little bad about letting Mom assume more than Jeryl and Jyl were at the Salaway house when she dropped me off, but I was more than a little excited about what the night might bring.

"Jeryl said someone can run me home later," I said as I climbed out of the car.

"Okay, but not too late. I want you home by midnight, okay?"

"Okay, Mom." I waved as she pulled away from their house and I climbed up the steps to their porch and rang the doorbell.

Jeryl opened the door, glanced at my Mom's taillights and jumped into my arms for a kiss. "Hi," she said when we finally parted our lips and I stepped fully inside.

"Hi. Thanks for inviting me over." She flashed me a smile and dragged me through the kitchen and down to the basement family room. "Hi, Jyl," I said as I saw her sister sitting in a large over-stuffed chair across from the TV. "What movie are we watching?"

They both laughed.

"I said movie or something," Jyl said.

"Yeah, something sounds better than a movie," Jeryl echoed. She pulled me onto the couch and gave me another kiss. "I want you to do 'something' for me tonight, Paul. Can you?"

"Anything you ask, kitten."

"I want you to let my sister help me learn how to take better care of you." She looked me in the eye even though she was blushing as she asked.

I leaned in and kissed her again. "If that's what you want, I'd be happy to."

Tension seemed to flow out of her and she kissed me again.

"Okay, enough of that, children," Jyl said as she stood up from her chair. "School is in session."

Jeryl and I cracked up as Jyl tried to tower over us with a disapproving look. Her smirk spoiled the effect she was going for. She and Jeryl were both wearing jeans and polo shirts. Jeryl's was light green. Jyl's was light blue. In the dim light, it was hard to tell if they had bras on or not. I thought about sneaking a feel to find out but decided to let Jyl set the pace for the evening.

"Okay, Paul, I want you to stand up." I did and deliberately moved closer to her as she put her hands on her hips and looked up at me. She was cute. Her dirty blonde hair was damp, as if she had taken a shower recently. Her brown eyes had a fire in them that I had not seen before. She licked her lips and glanced at Jeryl.

"I know you think he is a divine kisser, but I need to grade his performance for myself," she said. With that, she stepped into me and tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

I glanced at Jeryl and waited until I got a small head nod from her. Then I lowered my lips to Jyl's and wrapped my arms around her. Her lips were full and soft. I could taste a hint of strawberry from her lip gloss. I tilted my head and slowly caressed up her back and cupped her shoulder blades. I did not feel a bra.

A minute later, we separated.

"Wow," Jyl said. "I guess you were not kidding, sis. He can kiss."

I smiled and stepped back a little to give her some space as she flapped her hand at her throat to cool off.

Jeryl hopped up and stepped between us. "My turn now," she said. I repeated my performance, kissing her slightly longer and stroking from her shoulders to her rear end as she molded herself against me. We were both a little breathless when we finally parted.

Jyl slipped a hand between us and put her palm against my chest. "Okay, step back." I did as I was told. She held out a blue bandana folded into a strip. "Now, we're going to blindfold you, Paul. Is that okay?"

I nodded and Jeryl grabbed the cloth, stepped up onto the couch and grabbed my shoulders to turn my back to her. Soon, I could see nothing, but felt a warm breath against my ear before Jeryl kissed my neck.

"Do you trust me?" She whispered.

"Of course," I said.

I felt hands on the buttons of my shirt and felt Jeryl move from behind me. Two sets of hands quickly had my shirt off. They then pulled me away from the couch and began turning me around. Soon, I lost track of which of them was where. Then they both stepped back, leaving me standing.

I felt hot breaths on my chest as they both moved in and kissed my collar bone. Heads dipped lower as they both kissed their way down my chest. Tongues and teeth teased both of my nipples at the same time as they guided me to step back toward the couch.

I thought Jeryl was on my left, but then realized it could just as easily be Jyl when my left nipple was grabbed a little more aggressively with someone's teeth. I did not think Jeryl would be that rough. I sat and felt two women settle beside me. Their hands continued to stroke my skin, continuing to tease their way lower toward my belt.

Both girls pulled away for a moment and then I felt hands firmly grab my belt and begin undoing it as I sensed the other girl pulling her shirt over her head by my side. Warm flesh pressed against me and I realized Jyl was undoing my pants as Jeryl kissed me passionately and rubbed her hard nipples against my arm and chest.

I lifted my hips to assist in the removal of my jeans and a moment later felt two pairs of breasts rubbing against me as two hands gently stroked my hard member through my boxers. The girls stopped and stood and I heard the the rustle of clothes as I imagined them pulling their own jeans off. I wished I could see them.

"Okay, Paul, now you have to put your hands behind your head. If you take them away from there, we're going to stop and you won't like that," Jyl commanded.

I did as I was told and felt them settle in next to me once again. I had lost track of which girl was on which side of me, but soon did not care as they both began kissing their way from my neck toward my stomach. Hands cupped me and then moved to the waistband of my boxers and pulled them lower. I felt my prick spring free and stand up for their inspection. I almost came as I felt hot breath and two tongues begin to lick up my shaft and to the head.

They teased me this way for a few minutes, before one mouth finally engulfed the head of my dick and gently sucked me. As one girl lifted from me, the other would take me in her mouth. It was deliciously stimulating and incredibly frustrating at the same time. Slowly they bobbed their heads lower and took more of me into them each time they changed places. A hand grabbed my shaft as I started thrusting up to meet their mouths. As I felt one of them start to jack me, I groaned.

"I'm going to come."

Neither girl said anything, but the jacking sped up as one mouth hovered at the crown of my dick. I thrust up one more time and was then shooting into someone's waiting mouth. I groaned again as the hand milked me gently and a warm, hot mouth sucked me gently.

"Ummm," someone hummed. I felt them shift above my lap and imagined them kissing and sharing my cum. The vision was enough to keep me from going totally soft. I wished I could see who was doing what to me.

They stood up and stepped away from me. I sat in a daze. I heard whispers and a giggle, but was too relaxed to worry about it.

"Okay, Paul. I think Jeryl knows at least one way to take care of you now. Do you think you can take care of her the same way?"

They moved to the couch again and I felt bare feet rest against my left thigh as I lowered my hands and the other girl placed my hands on smooth calves to my left. A couple of nudges got me turned and I soon felt warm skin against my lips. From the placement of my hands, I guessed I had just kissed a knee. I dipped my head a little lower and kissed a little higher up the leg beside me. I carefully switched legs and began slowly kissing my way higher, alternating from one side to the other.

I smelled the musky aroma of an excited girl and smiled. I dipped my tongue down slowly and teased a slim patch of pubic hair before licking lower. I was rewarded with a moan as I finally dipped my tongue into a moist slit and gently licked along her wet folds. Whichever girl it was, she tasted delicious.

I licked her carefully, slowly changing my speed and the depth of my tonguing as I gauged her response. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her off the couch a little to improve the angle of my attack.

The other sister kissed my back and neck as I worked a finger into the tight, wet folds of the pussy I was kissing. I gathered some of the moisture and dragged my finger out and down. I heard a gasp as I touched her anus and she bucked up against my face. My fingers retraced their path as I lightly sucked on the prominent clit before me.

"Argh!" I felt muscles spasm below me as hands grabbed the back of my head and ground my tongue into her. "Oh god, that feels so good!" I was surprised to hear Jyl's voice. I had guessed I was working on Jeryl.

I continued licking her and was rewarded with another orgasm a moment later. She thrust up against me and then pushed me away as she pulled the blindfold off my head. "My God, Paul. How did you learn to do that?" Thankfully she did not want an answer as she scooted away from me and grabbed Jeryl's hand from my shoulder. "Jeryl, get your ass around here and let your boyfriend take care of you."

The lights were dimmer than I remembered when I put on the blindfold, but not so dim that I could not see their lithe figures and gentle curves with lightly padded muscles. Jyl was trim and tight and probably every boys fantasy with blond hair and nicely rounded breasts. The light brown racing stripe of pubic hair caught my eye as she slipped off the couch and urged Jeryl to take her place.

Jeryl was just as lovely. Trim, tight, with fewer curves but just as incredibly beautiful. Her hazel eyes had fire in them now as she scooted her bum closer to my head and gently stroked my cheek with her hand.

"That was so hot, Paul. Can you make me feel that good?" The pleading in her voice made me smile and I dipped my head down to kiss her knee. Instead of repeating my pattern from Jyl, this time I raised myself higher and kissed her bare nipples before descending lower to tongue her bellybutton. Then I went lower. By the time my tongue touched her pussy, I think she was already half-gone. Her first orgasm took less than three minutes of soft licking and kissing.

"Oh God, that feels incredible," she moaned.

I let her calm down a little then began licking her again. Just as with Jyl, I brought my fingers into the mix and gently probed her while I licked. Once again, when my fingers were well lubricated, I dipped one down to stroke across her puckered asshole. She bucked against me and moaned louder. I repeated the move to push her over the edge for her second orgasm of the evening before kissing my way higher. As she came down from her orgasm, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me hungrily. I returned her kiss and held myself above her as my cock poked into her thigh.

Jyl snaked a hand below me and grabbed my cock. "Careful where you put that thing, mister. We don't want any accidents tonight."

I laughed and rolled off Jeryl. We all shifted around until I was once again seated between the two gorgeous, naked sisters. Jeryl's eyes were fastened on my erect dick as she and Jyl alternated stroking me lightly.

After a few minutes of rest, Jyl resumed her haughty, instructor's voice as she stopped Jeryl's gentle strokes. "Jeryl, there is something else you can do for yourself and your boyfriend, but I don't know if you're ready to try it tonight or not. Not everyone likes it from what I've heard."

Jeryl looked at her sister with big eyes. "What is it?"

"You can take him in your rear."

Jeryl's eyes got bigger.

"Anal?"

Jyl nodded.

"Have you done it?" Jyl nodded again.

"Did you like it?"

Jyl smiled. "Oh, yeah, but the guy has to be gentle and you need to use a lot of lube."

Jeryl looked at me and then down at my cock in her hand. "I don't know ... Paul, I want you to feel good, but you're pretty big for my little bum."

Jyl laughed and let go of her sister's hand. "What if I show you what it's like, so you both know what to do, and then you can decide later when you are ready to try it?"

Jeryl leaned in and kissed me before looking at her sister again. "You are such a slut, Jyl. You just want my boyfriend to replace that dildo you have hidden in your dresser, don't you?"

Jyl blushed. "Hey, I haven't had a beau for a few months now. At least not one that I wanted to do this with."

My dick twitched in Jeryl's hand.

"Maybe I should just practice my blow job technique on him again," Jeryl teased as she lowered her face to give the tip of my dick a quick kiss and a slow, long lick.

I looked down at her dark hair as she took me fully into her mouth and lowered her head until my cock touched the back of her throat. I groaned as she increased the suction and slowly lifted her head. She smacked her lips as she pulled free from me.

"I think he likes that," she teased. "He probably doesn't want to poke your smelly butt."

I couldn't control the twitch in my dick as she said that. I had vivid memories of Jordan, and there was nothing smelly about the sensations fucking her ass had created. Jeryl felt the twitch and looked at me.

"Or, maybe he does."

Before I could respond, she dropped her head to my lap again and sucked me deeply into her mouth once again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Her efforts felt magnificent. I resisted the urge to hold her head or coax myself deeper into her. Instead, I gently glided my fingers up and down her spine as she bobbed over me. Jyl watched us, touching herself, but not engaging me. I cracked open an eye and noticed her hand was between her own legs, rubbing in motion to Jeryl's head movements.

Jeryl cupped my balls with her hand as she took me deep and held me right against the back of her throat. I felt her start to gag and then raise herself up just enough to resist the reflex. A moment later I poked her throat again. Her efforts took me to the edge. "Jeryl, I'm gonna cum again if you keep that up."

It only seemed to encourage her more. She added a soft hum to the equation and then my head swam and I was shooting down her throat. I couldn't help but arch my hips up and I suddenly felt myself pop into her throat. It was only for a second as she lifted her head, but the feeling was amazing. I spurted again as she lifted off me.

She deftly collected the last of my spend with her hand and lifted it up to Jyl's face with a smirk. "If you really want to have him, show us both," she said.

Jyl blushed and then pulled her sisters fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. I watched for a moment and then pulled Jeryl's lips to mine for a kiss. Jeryl climbed on top of me and ground her nipples against my chest as she kissed me back. Finally, we broke apart.

Jyl looked a little dazed as her gaze drifted from my face to my semi-rigid cock and back again. With these two sisters, there was no way I was going completely soft. Jeryl watched her for a second and then smiled.

"If you really want to show me, and Paul really wants to learn, I guess you can do it this one time," Jeryl said.

My dick twitched, and Jyl looked at her sister. "Really?"

Jeryl nodded.

Jyl looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded and thought about fucking her ass while her sister watched. I felt more than a twitch as I thought about it.

Jyl jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Her ass was definitely cute enough to fuck. She came back out with a tube of cream and handed it to Jeryl. "Use this to coat him nicely and get him hard again," she said.

Jeryl squeezed a handful of cool lube out and began massaging my cock back to hardness. Jyl retrieved the tube and squirted some onto my fingers. "You want to use plenty of lube, especially the first time you do it. Better to have too much than not enough." She was back in lecture mode, it seemed.

"Paul, go ahead and put some of that in me." She spun around to point her ass at us and leaned over as she reached back to spread her cheeks.

Jeryl continued to stroke me slowly, but watched as I gently probed Jyl's puckered rosebud and pushed well lubed fingers inside her. She shuddered as I slipped inside her.

"Jeryl, the sensation is totally different from having your pussy played with, but can still be nice." I worked my finger deeper inside her and then withdrew them slowly. They looked clean. I held out my fingers for more lube.

"If Paul takes his time lubing you up, you'll find yourself a little more relaxed when the main event starts." I slipped two fingers inside her and rotated them to stretch her a bit. "Jeryl, there are also some things you can do to be cleaner for him. I'll show you those later. Ummn," she moaned as I slipped one finger between her legs to stroke along her dripping pussy.

That seemed to be a signal to Jyl. She stood up and backed between my spread knees. She reached back to push her hands against my shoulders and began lifting a foot to climb onto my knees. "Paul, hold my waist. Jeryl, you grab his dick and hold it up." We did as we were told. Soon Jyl's back was pressed against my chest and she moved her hand to guide me toward her ass.

"Jeryl, you can see better from the front."

Jeryl scooted to the floor and moved between my legs to watch Jyl slowly lower herself until the crown of my cock was pushing against her ass.

Jyl was panting. "You want to be in control, especially the first time. This position lets you control how fast or slow you go." She pushed down a little and my dick popped past her sphincter.

"Oh, he's big, Jer, so make sure you are ready for this before you try. Once he's in, just hold him there and let yourself relax a little." Now that one hand was free, Jyl began stoking her own pussy. After a moment, she grabbed my hand and had me take over. "Paul, you want to give her a little attention now, but don't go pumping into her."

I happily stoked along her pussy lips and circled her clit as she slowly lowered herself down my cock. The feeling was incredible. The fascinated look on Jeryl's face as she watched me sink into her sister's ass was as exciting as the act itself. Finally, her bottom was resting against me and she began rocking me in and out of her in slow, short strokes.

Jyl threw her head back against my shoulder and moaned as she rubbed her own tits and ground down on me. I picked up the speed of my fingers a little.

Jeryl's gaze lifted from our joining to look at her sister, and then at me. She stood up and leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips. I used my free hand to caress her hip and then gently tweaked her nipples before Jyl started moaning continuously, and then arched her back against me in orgasm. Her ass clamped down on my dick and carried me over the edge as I unleashed into her bowels. I spasmed again with her and then pulled Jeryl on top of us and squeezed them both together in a huge embrace. My lips stayed glued to Jeryl's.

Slowly, we came down from our group high and disentangled ourselves. I felt a little sad as my dick slipped free from Jyl's ass. I had a pretty good feeling that tonight was a one-time thing. Jeryl was unlikely to loan me to her sister again, was my guess.

Jyl finally stood up on shaky legs and stumbled to the bathroom. A few minutes later she was back with a warm washcloth to clean my softening dick. Once I was cleaned up, she headed back to the bathroom and Jeryl climbed into my lap and kissed me again.

"Did you really enjoy that as much as it looked like?" she asked softly.

"It was pretty amazing," I said. "But you know what really sent me over the edge at the end?"

She smiled. "Her orgasm?"

"Nope. Seeing how much you were into it. I wanted nothing more than to be making love to you."

She pulled back a little. "You mean my ass?"

I shook my head. "I'd make love to your ass if that's what you want, but the thought of making you feel as good as Jyl and I were feeling is what finally got me off. If that is with your ass, or my mouth or my fingers or my cock, I don't care. I just want you to enjoy what we're doing."

She gave me a long hug and another kiss. "Do you mean that?"

I nodded.

She kissed me again and then nibbled on my ear for a minute. "Then you wouldn't mind using your tongue on me again?" she whispered.

I kissed her again and then quickly flipped her around onto the couch. By the time Jyl came out of the bathroom, Jeryl was well on the way to a fourth or fifth orgasm for the night.