Chris deals with the loss of his mother and tries to find out what happened.
CHAPTER Six
Before Cassie left that night the both of us had several more orgasms each. Carrie said, she would see me tomorrow but after cumming that much she would sleep in late. I locked up and fell asleep immediately mentally and physically drained. I slept myself until after nine and missed my morning workout. I got up and fixed some eggs and bacons with coffee then sat down and ate.
I cleaned up, changed clothes, and headed for the gym. I did a light workout and returned home just after noon or so. I took a shower and was on the sofa when my cell phone rang, it was Cassie. I could tell by the sound of her voice she had just woken up.
“Just getting up, huh?”, I asked.
“Fuck yea, I was exhausted….”, she giggled.
“So, who can’t handle who now?”, I laughed.
“Ooh, I will get you later for that one.”, she commented.
We talked for a while and decided to meet up again later in the day after my session with Master Garcia. That night as we sat outside the pool, Cassie admitted that we would love to get in better shape. I mentioned that a young woman worked out early in the morning every day like I did and that she might be looking for a workout partner or I could help her myself. Cassie jumped at the chance and promised to meet me first thing in the morning.
Cassie decided to work out with me so we developed a routine where I would do a set then go to wherever she was and help her. When Cassie started on her first day at the gym, she weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds. Since Cassie had very little body fat, we started right in. Cassie admitted she felt her legs and arms were too thin, she also wanted a smaller waist, a little bit bigger butt and shoulders. Since she wanted to gain muscle mass, she would use the same program I used on and off.
After thirteen months in the gym every day, Cassie made an amazing transformation. She trained hard like I did and giving up was not an option. Since I had met Cassie, I believed that after what had happened to her, she wanted to reinvent herself. And did she ever.
Cassie’s thighs and calves that she felt were too skinny now rippled in muscles. She had put muscle on her shoulders and back and now had the V shaped upper torso with a small waist. She still had a little work to do on her arms, as she claimed, but they were well chiseled.
All the while working out, she worked from home for her father who owned his own business. So, our life was basically getting up early and workout. Go home where Cassie would work for her father and spends nights and weekends together. Cassie’s parents treated me like one of their own and Cassie’s mother was extremely kind to me. She credited me for bringing Cassie out of the depression she had been in. When in fact, Cassie helped me just as much helping me over the death of my mother.
The police had gotten nowhere on the investigation of my mother’s murder. While they did find a few fingerprints on my mother’s car they had nothing in their data base to match them to. Which meant that the person they were looking for had never been arrested or was a juvenile which I found hard to believe.
Since Cassie and I had a routine that kept us busy, I had not run into any of the guys that had been giving me a rough time. I knew they were still around although because of stories I had heard from people at the gym. Apparently, they thought that since they had graduated their main goal was to harass the community as much as possible.
Cassie was amazing in bed, and we had a great sex daily. She was inventive and spontaneous, didn’t matter where we fucked or when. Once Cassie, achieved the look she wanted, we changed her routine to just maintain what she had.
Master Garcia had hired me to start teaching the amateur students in his program. The program had grown, and he was too busy with the advanced students. So, for about five hours a day, I trained kids from the age of eight to adults over forty, split into two classes. I enjoyed the younger group more they would always keep me laughing.
Since Cassie had achieved her bodybuilding goals, I was trying to get her to start training in Krav Maga. So far, she had been reluctant, but I was still pushing her. Cassie and I started going out more at night to movies and restaurants. One night we were coming from the gym where I had just finished with Master Garcia when we decided to go to Moe’s Pizza and eat dinner. As I had mentioned before, it was a popular hangout and had the best pizza around. We pulled up to find the parking lot packed, but we found a spot anyway.
We headed for the door with Cassie walking a step or two ahead of me. She had on a pink spandex pants which made her ass and legs look phenomenal. She had a tight white t-shirt on that showed her amazing upper body and small waist. She had a pink baseball cap on with her hair pulled the back of the cap where you adjusted the cap size. She was an amazing woman to look at.
We opened the front door just as ten to twelve people walked out. The person up front said they were cleaning four tables and would have one ready in a minute. Cassie tapped me on the shoulder and pointed over to the back of the restaurant when the gang was sitting. They were all there including Will, Cassie’s ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, they had not spotted us yet.
We were taken to the right side of the restaurant and given a small booth to sit at. We were looking at the menus when Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes and Haley Mills walked up to our table.
“Oh my God Cassie, what have you done?”, Chrissy exclaimed.
“What do you mean?”, Cassie asked.
“You look fabulous…. oh my god.”, Chrissy squealed.
“Oh, thanks…… been working out with Chris for a little over a year.”, Cassie admitted.
“You train people Chris?”, Chrissy asked.
“I train students in Krav Maga not body building. I just worked with Cassie because we’re together.”, I stated.
“Together – Together?”, Chrissy asked.
“Yep.”, Cassie replied.
They talked for a few more minutes before they headed back to their table. Cassie’s back was to them, but I could see Chrissy giving them all the blow-by-blow de***********ion. Right after the waitress brought our drinks, Cassie excused herself to go to the restroom.
“Go shake that fine ass in Will’s face baby.”, I laughed.
Every one of them turned their head and watched Cassie walked by then one row over. Not that I blame them, she was a sight to see especially in tight clothing. One thing I did notice was that they were going through a pitcher of beer every fifteen minutes. Ignorance and alcohol never mixed well.
Sure, enough we were halfway through our pizza when some turmoil broke out at the rear of the restaurant. I didn’t have to even look up to know it was them. When I did look up, I noticed that Mark Boudreaux and Chrissy Haynes were having another boyfriend – girlfriend argument. After shouting for a minute or two the manager went over to them and ask them to tone it down. At which point Josh Klein started arguing with the manager. Josh was by far the biggest player of the group, and he felt indestructible. I had no doubt that one day, him and I would go at it.
Finally, they all filed out except for Mark and Chrissy who stayed behind at the table. The look on Will’s face was priceless when he passed up our table with what I assumed was his girlfriend.
We were just finishing up when Mark Boudreaux headed for the door with Chrissy behind him trying to catch up. They both went out the door as our waitress brought us a check. I paid the bill and we left about five minutes later.
We were walking to the side parking lot when Cassie tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Chrissy slumped over on a bench on the side of the building. Cassie walked over and knelt in front of her.
“Chrissy, you ok?”, Cassie asked.
It took me just a minute to realize that Chrissy was drunk. She was mumbling something to Cassie about Mark breaking up with her. Now, I lived in this town long enough to see several breakups between Chrissy and Mark Boudreaux. This was nothing new.
Cassie stood up and turned and looked at me with a serious look on her face. I knew she was about to say something but had no clue as to what.
“Chris, we can’t leave her here like this. She’s bombed.”, Cassie explained.
“Cassie, you really want to take Mark Boudreaux’s girlfriend and put her in my car. That sounds like a bad idea.”, I laughed.
“We will just take her home…. No big deal.”, she suggested.
“Ok Cassie, let me help you get her.”, I offered.
I went over to where Chrissy was seated and took her left arm and put it around my shoulder. I lifted her up to her feet, but she was dead weight. Cassie took her other arm and put it around her shoulder and slowly we walked her over to our car. Cassie took my keys and opened the back door when we laid Chrissy out on the back seat. Chrissy was wearing a short pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra on. Chrissy was always the most popular girl at school and seeing her like this was really strange.
Cassie and I got in the car and I pulled out of the parking lot headed to the highway. Chrissy sat up in the back and started laughing.
“Where are we going?”, she asked.
“You’re going home, Chrissy.”, Cassie replied.
“Nooooooooooooo…… lets go somewhere.”, Chrissy whined.
“Chrissy, you’re in no condition to go anywhere.”, Cassie answered.
“I want to fuck…. will you fuck me?”, Chrissy asked.
“Exactly who do you want to fuck?”, Cassie laughed.
“I want to fuck both of you….”, Chrissy explained leaning forward resting her head on the front seat.
“Chrissy, you had too much beer……. We’re bringing you home.”, I explained.
She leaned back after the seat, and I looked at Cassie who simply shook her head with a smile on her face. I leaned over to Cassie and whispered softly.
“Do we bring her up to the front door and leave her on the front porch? I don’t need any more problems with this group.”, I asked.
“Damn, I never thought of that.”, Cassie replied.
Cassie turned and investigated the back seat and giggled tapping me on the shoulder. I made sure the traffic was clear then turned and look in the back seat. Chrissy had her shorts and panties down around her knees and was fingering herself without any hesitation. Cassie looked at me then suggested we go back to my house. That could be the worst idea Cassie ever had but honestly bringing her home drunk out of her mind did not seem like the answer either.
When I got home, I pulled all the way down the driveway until I was between my house and Cassie’s house. We got out and Cassie climbed in the back seat and pulled Chrissy’s underwear and shorts back up. Chrissy had passed out once again. Cassie then got out the back seat and I handed her the house keys. I reached in and grabbed Chrissy from the car and carried her into the side door. I walked to the living room and laid her on the sofa.
Cassie suggested making a pot of coffee and trying to sober Chrissy up a bit. I was not sure that coffee could help Chrissy at this point she was pretty far gone. But none the less Cassie started the coffee and walked back in the living room. Chrissie rolled over on the sofa and started mumbling.
“Oh my god…… why did you push her?”, she slurred.
Cassie and I looked at each other and laughed, Chrissy was out of it. Cassie went back in the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Before she could return Chrissy started talking again but her eyes were still closed. It was almost like she was having a bad dream.
“You must call the police…. call the…. ambulance. Oh my god Mark.”, she shouted.
Cassie walked back in with a cup of coffee, but I know she heard the latest outburst. She had a strange look on her face. Chrissy then opened her eyes and looked over at me.
“Oh Chris, I’m so sorry…he didn’t mean to….”, then closed her eyes again.
Cassie struggled to wake her up but did get a couple of sips of coffee into her. Cassie looked over at me with a strange look on her face.
“What is she talking about?”, Cassie asked.
“I am not sure…. but why would she be sorry for me?”, I asked.
“Makes no sense, Chris.”, she answered.
After about an hour, Chrissy started coming to after three cups of coffee. She was sitting up on the sofa but had a strange look on her face. It was almost as if she couldn’t look at me. About thirty minutes later Cassie agreed to bring her home. She thought it would be better if I was not there. As she was preparing to leave, I asked her a question.
“Chrissy, you were talking about the police, an ambulance and then even apologized to me. What was that all about.”, I asked.
She whipped her head around and looked at me with pure fear in her eyes. She hung her head for a second and then looked back up.
“I don’t know, Chris… I was drunk. What exactly did I say.”, she asked, her voice shaking?
“Most of it did not make sense to be honest….”, I replied.
“I’m sorry…thanks for helping.”, she stated, following Cassie out of the front door.
Cassie returned about twenty minutes later after dropping Chrissy off at her house. She came in and sat down on the sofa next to me. She grabbed my hand and took it in hers then looked me directly in the eyes.
“Chris, I’m not sure what is going on, but Chrissy was extremely nervous about what she might have said to us. She kept asking me over and over exactly what she said. Something’s not quite right but I can’t put my finger on it.”, she stated.
“The Police and Ambulance thing…. then apologizing to me is weird. You think she is talking about my mom?”, I asked, Cassie.
“You mean you think she might be involved?”, Cassie asked, shocked.
“I don’t know Cassie, but you have to admit……that was weird.”, I answered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several days later about nine in the morning Detective Wilson came to my home and asked to speak to me. I invited him in, and we sat in the living area. He pulled a small notebook out of his inner jacket pocket.
“Chris, I sent the video that we had to a video lab that we use frequently. They cleaned the video up dramatically, so we were able to see more detail. Of the people that were there we know five were white. The others never gave us a good angle, so we are not sure.”, he started.
“Second, after examining the tape, we now think that the people that accosted your mother were young. Maybe teens to mid-twenties at best. Several had some type of face covering. The way they moved, dressed and then ran to her car…… likely they are young. Are there any problems you or your mother had with young people lately?”, he asked.
I told him the complete story about how I had made enemies with the seniors on the football team. I explained what had happened at Haley’s pool party and my altercation with Will and Tommy over at Cassie’s house. I also mentioned the strange comments Chrissy Haynes had made the other evening.
“I know Mr. Haynes very well…. We play golf together. I’ll ask a few questions but that would lead me to younger people.”, he affirmed.
“I know they don’t like me, but I don’t see them killing my mom, sir.”, I answered.
“Chris, I have been a police officer for close to fifteen years. You would be shocked at the things I have seen.”, he stated.
“I’m sure you are right, sir.”, I sighed.
He left immediately but promised to keep in touch with me as soon as he had more information. I left shortly after him and went to the gym to work out. Later that week, I tested and received my black belt and E 1 patch. I was now teaching two classes of youth members which I really enjoyed doing. I was packing up my bag and getting ready to leave when I noticed that Ted Savoie and Darren Miller working out in the gym. It was the first time I had ever seen any of them actually in the gym before. I had just walked out of Master Garcia’s office when the noticed me.
“Hey Roid boy…. Get fucked.”, Ted Savoie said loudly.
Before I could reply, Master Garcia stepped out of his office and walked over to the shoulder press that they were working on. Master Garcia was Brazilian by birth and a quiet but very intimidating figure in his own way. He always wore military pants with a dry-fit t-shirt and wrestling shoes. He was right at six-foot-tall and weighed about one hundred ninety pounds.
“Do we have problem guys.”, he asked, with his accent.
“Nah, we are just messing around.” Darren quickly replied.
“No messing around in club or with students. You do again…leave never come back.”, he said, sternly.
I walked out as he was still reprimanding them and headed to the parking lot. Just about that time Mark Boudreaux was walking towards me. I was assuming he was going to meet his pals inside. He stopped immediately when he saw me. But then again, he was alone for the first time. This was the perfect opportunity for me.
“Hey Mark, Cassie brought Chrissy home the night you left her at Moe’s, but she was pretty drunk. She was saying something about the police, ambulance and she was sorry. She also said you didn’t mean to. What was that all about?”, I asked.
Just as I had seen in Chrissy eyes, I saw it repeated in Mark’s eyes. Pure unadulterated fear as his white face turned pale.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he stated, almost running past me.
I walked back several feet and looked inside the club through the front window. Mark, damn near ran up to Darren and Ted with a frantic look on his face. He began talking to the two of them his hands failing around nervously. I turned and headed to my vehicle beginning to think there might be something to what Chrissy said after all.
Cassie was out of town for a week or so with her mother visiting her grandfather who was in the hospital. I went and grabbed a sandwich with some fries and came home and ate. I was just about to watch tv when I heard the doorbell ring. Since I was not expecting anyone, I had no idea who that might be. I walked to the front door and opened it to find my Aunt Lynda standing there with several suitcases. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek then stepped back.
“Chris, I’m sorry to show up like this with no notice but I can’t take him anymore. I just didn’t know where else to go.”, she said, tears running down her cheeks.
“Don’t be silly Lynda. Come in, you are always welcome here.”, I answered.
I grabbed all her bags and brought them into my mother’s bedroom and sat then down against the wall. She hugged me once again and I left the room closing the door so she could settle in. I sat on the sofa and turned on the television and was about hallway through a movie when Lynda came in the living room and sat down on the other end of the sofa. She had put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which reminded me so much of my mother.
“I’ll try and figure all of this out as soon as possible. I promise, I will be out of your way as soon as possible.”, she said, softly.
“Lynda, you can stay here as long as you like. It’s just me in this big old house…. I have plenty of room. Just relax and try to forget about your problems.”, I offered.
“Stacey did a remarkable job of raising you, Chris.”, Lynda replied.
“I miss her so much……. it makes no sense what happened. She never hurt anyone.’, I replied, getting choked up.
“I know baby…. life doesn’t make sense sometimes.”, Lynda answered.
We both went silent for a few minutes before Lynda got up and went to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Lynda reminded me so much of my mother. She was beautiful and had a great body. She came back quickly and sat down.
“Are you and the girl next door serious about each other?”, Lynda asked.
“Oh geez, Cassie…. Well, I like her a lot and I think she feels the same, but we have never talked much about anything else. She has been training with me at the gym, so she has changed quite a bit. She is out of town for a week or so visiting her grandfather.”, I answered.
“Are you fucking her?”, Lynda asked, with a smile.
My mother had told me about Lynda and the relationship the two of them had. She also told me that Lynda loved to shock people especially about sex. According to my mother, Lynda loved sex that her husband Jack referred to her as nympho most of the time.
“Yes, we have been to bed together quite a few times.”, I replied, staring at the television.
“Who else have you been to bed with.”, Lynda giggled.
“No one… Cassie is the first.”, I answered, quickly.
“Now why do you want to lie to your Aunt Lynda like that.”, she laughed.
“I’m not lying….”, I started.
“Chris, I know better…. Your mother told me.”, she said, staring into my eyes.
I literately froze not knowing what to say. Did my mother really tell her sister we were fucking each other? I mean, I know they were close, but would she really have divulged something that personal and maybe even perverse.
“I’m not sure what my mother told you, but Cassie is the first girl I have been to bed with.”, I replied, my voice very unsure.
“Oh, I don’t doubt Cassie is the first girl you have been to bed with, but I also know about you and your mother.”, she said, softly.
“Aunt Lynda, I ……”, began before she cut me off.
“Chris, I’m not judging you or my sister. In fact, I think it’s hot. My sister was a beautiful woman, and I don’t blame you for fucking her.”, Lynda giggled.
“What the fuck did she tell you?”. I asked.
“Well, one night when I was here the last time and you were out, we were in her bed together. We started fooling around, you know, kissing and fingering each other. Next thing you know, I ate her out and she did the same for me. After getting off several times, we just started talking. Next thing you know, she told me.”, Lynda admitted.
“Holy crap….”, was my only response.
“Hey don’t feel bad…. Your mom said you were awesome in bed.”, Lynda complimented.
“Oh, that’s great….”, I laughed.
“She also told me you have a big dick.”, Lynda giggled.
“Wow, I never thought I would have this conversation with you Lynda.”, I replied.
“Oh, I don’t believe your mother never told you about me.”, Lynda replied.
“She might have mentioned you a time or two.’, I laughed.
“Hey, I love to fuck….no man has ever been able to keep up with me. Jack has always been awful in bed…. I thought maybe after I married him, he would get better, but he never did.”, Lynda admitted.
“Well, this is an interesting conversation, but I need to go take a shower.”, I replied, getting up and walking out.
“Yes, me too….”, Lynda answered.
I went into the hall bathroom and took a long hot shower. I could hear Lynda in my mother’s bathroom doing the same. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and dropped the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and walked down the hall towards my room. I had no sooner opened my bedroom door when I heard Lynda down the hall.
“Hey sweetheart, why don’t you take me to bed and make me feel good?”, she asked.
I look up and she was standing in my mother’s bedroom door dressed only in a pink tank top and pink lace panties. She was slowly rubbing her left breast with her right hand. At that moment, she reminded me so much of my mother it was uncanny. I didn’t contemplate the question long. Since I had been to bed with my mother then why not her younger sister.
“Are you as wild as my mom said you were?”, I asked, looking her up and down.
“Only one way to find out.”, she replied, stepping back in the bedroom.
I might have hesitated for a second or two and then headed for her bedroom. By the time, I got to the side of the bed, Lynda was already softly running her finger up and down the crotch of her pink lace panties. I pulled my shirt over my head then reached down and pushed my shorts down my legs stepping out of them.
“Whoa, that is a nice dick.”, Lynda giggled.
I climbed into bed next to Lynda and took in into my arms. I leaned in and kissed her softly easing my tongue between her lips. She immediately devoured my tongue kissing me with unbelievable passion and lust. From what Lynda had told me earlier I believed that she was always probably the aggressor in bed. This time, I was going to turn the tables on her and see if she liked it.
I reached down and pulled her panties off quickly tossing them to the side of the bed. I immediately went down her body and pushed my tongue into her silky, smooth hairless pussy.
“Oh, my fucking God.”, she wailed, clutching my head.
I furiously licked her hard clit all the while fucking her opening with my middle finger. She was already panting heavily but there was no way I was letting her off this easy. Once her pussy was well lubed, I raised myself up and positioned myself between her warm thighs. I took my hard cock and place the head against her wet hole and pushed. She moaned loudly as I entered her and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Inch by inch, I eased inside her stretching her pussy like never before. Once I was completely inside of her, I began to move in and out of her slowly. I leaned over so that my face was only inches from hers.
“How does my dick feel Lynda?”, I whispered.
“Oh, fuck Chris, it feels fucking great. I could cream all over you now.”, she replied.
“No fucking way……. you cum when I say you can cum.”, I quickly replied.
Immediately, I saw the reaction in Lynda’s eyes, they were sparkling. She loved me dominating her like this there was no doubt. I began to push inside of her at a faster pace knowing that she liked it.
“Oh fuck…. I want to cum.”, she screamed.
“Don’t you dare cum….”, I replied sternly.
“Fuck…fuck.”, she cried.
Since it was the first time and she was almost begging, I decided to make her cum. I leaned forward as I had been taught and started fucking her rapidly making sure the top of my cock was rubbing her clit within seconds, I knew it was.
“I can’t hold……”, she panted.
“Let it go Lynda…. Cum for me.”, I asked.
She wrapped her legs around my lower back her whole body tensing up. I felt a deluge of fluid squirt from inside of her as she cried out on pleasure. Lynda’s orgasm was intense and lasted close to fifteen seconds before she started to relax and let go of me. I pulled out of her and laid down next to her as she gasped for air.
I reached down her body and began to stroke her clit gently rubbing her thick secretions over the hard nub. She reached down and put her hand over mine exhaling deeply. She turned to me and leaned in kissing me softly pushing her tongue into my mouth. After several minutes of kissing, she rolled on top of me looking into my eyes.
“I have never been fucked like that in my life. Most men can’t last long enough to make me cum. Most times, I must take care of myself after they are done.”, Lynda exclaimed.
“I want to see you take care of yourself.”, I replied, my tongue licking her upper lip.
“Oh, I love to rub one off with someone watching me.”, she giggled.
Lynda lifted slightly and positioned her pussy with my still hard dick. She guided it inside of her and pushed down until I was deep inside of her.
“Mother fucker, this feels so fucking good.”, she exclaimed, as she moved slowly back and forth on me.
She began to move a little faster on me as her breathing began to get a bit labored. She rested her hands on my chest as she looked into my eyes.
“I think someone is about to cum again.”, I suggested.
“Oh yea…. Real fucking soon.”, she giggled.
“Oh, by the way…. on you on any birth control?”, I asked.
“Yes, I am……it’s safe to cum inside me.”, she answered, rubbing my cheek.
Just as she finished the sentence her cell phone rang which was lying on the mattress to my right. She reached over and picked it up laughing when she looked at the screen. She answered the phone but continued to ride my erect shaft back and forth.
“Yes Jack, I left and this time I don’t think I’m coming home. You have all the pussy you need at home, but you still run around.”, she commented, her eyes closed enjoying my shaft inside of her.
“Jack, I have never turned you down and you know it.”, she said, breathing a bit heavy.
“Jack, I’m done……. God damn”, she grunted.
The look on her face was priceless as she had her nephew’s dick deep inside of her talking to her husband on the phone.
“Well, if you have to know Jack…. I’m about to cum. So, talk to you later.”, she stated, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the mattress.
I grabbed her by the hips and started push up hard into her and she pushed down on me. She lowered her right hand and began to rub her clit rapidly as she looked into my eyes.
“You’re a nasty girl, Lynda.”, I said, with a smile.
“You have no idea how nasty I am baby, but you’re going find out.”, she replied, panting.
Lynda suddenly exploded into her second orgasm of the night as I felt the liquid gush from her tight hole. She leaned back and trembled as she rubbed her clit furiously. After about ten seconds she fell off me on the mattress to my right trying to catch her breathe.
She laid there for about ten minutes until she finally recovered leaning over to me and kissing me once again. I reached down her body and slipped my finger into her drenched pussy. I began to slowly massage her clit as she pulled her lips from me. She traced my lips with her finger as she looked deep into my eyes.
“You know once I get started it’s hard to stop.”, Lynda whispered.
She then moved down my body taking my dick in her small hand. She put me in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Within a minute she had me hard as a rock as she tongue bathed my hard shaft. I noticed that she had moved her left hand down between her legs and was once again rubbing her clit softly.
“God, you look sexy rubbing yourself like that.’, I commented.
“You like that?”, she giggled.
“Yes, I do.”, I answered.
“Want to watch me get off?”, she asked.
“Uh-huh.”, I nodded.
She moved back up the bed and laid next to me with her hand still buried between her legs. I could see the passion in her eyes as she used her hand to masturbate her pussy for me. I wrapped my right hand around my cock and began to stroke my hard dick up and down slowly. Lynda’s eyes immediately went down to my right hand following my every movement.
“Jerk that big dick for me, baby. God, I love it.”, she moaned.
Watching me jerk off only added more fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was now rapidly rubbing her clit back and forth her eyes glued to mine. Once again, her upper face and cheeks were pink with the blood pooling to her upper body.
“I want you to cum with me this time.”, she panted.
I nodded and she motioned for me to move closer to her. I did as I was asked knowing she was very close to cumming again. I was kneeling on the bed next to her stroking my cock with reckless abandon. She turned her head toward me and extended her tongue telling me where she wanted my cum. I moved up slightly until the head of my dick was touching her tongue on every upstroke. I leaned over and positioned the head of my dick on the top of her tongue.
The first spurt of cum went deep into her throat with the next three soaking her lips and tongue. Seconds later, Lynda was lost in her third orgasm of the day. I continued to stroke my cock emptying what was left of my orgasm all over her breasts. Lynda came down quickly from this orgasm and grabbed my dick and started to run her tongue all over the head. The feeling was amazing, and she made direct eye contact with me. Watching Lynda sucking my cock with cum all over her lips was an amazing sight.
Lynda kept me inside her warm wet mouth until I was completely soft and drained. I laid down next to her and took her into my arms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When I got up the next morning to go to the gym, Lynda was still sleeping peacefully in my mother’s bed. I did a longer workout that morning then I usually did. I got back to my house at about eleven o’clock to find Lynda drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.
“Fuck, you wore me out last night. I have not slept that good in years.”, she giggled.
“Hmmmm…. Who can’t keep up with who?”, I laughed.
“Oh, don’t kid yourself…. I haven’t even started with you yet.”, she giggled.
“Sounds promising….”, I responded.
“When is Cassie coming back?”, Lynda asked.
“I think tomorrow but I’m not real sure.”, I answered.
“So, I guess I’m going to have to split you with her?”, Lynda giggled.
“Uh…. Unless you want to fuck us both?”, I laughed.
“I have absolutely no problem fucking another woman.”, Lynda offered.
“Well, maybe we can see how Cassie feels about it.”, I remarked.
“That’s a deal.”, Lynda laughed.
Later that day, I went to the sandwich shop to get Lynda and I something to eat. I ordered two roast beef sandwiches and a large order of French fries. I took a seat in the booth to the side and waiting for my order. About five minutes later, Jennifer Smith walked in and placed an order. Jennifer was Destin Thibodaux’s girlfriend and I had heard they were engaged to be married. She finished with her order and turned towards the booth area when she saw me.
“Hey Jennifer, how are you?”, I stated, greeting her.
“Oh, hey Chris.”, she replied, with a deer in the headlights look.
She sat at the booth directly across from me doing everything in her power not to look at me. Since, I might not have this opportunity in the near future, so I decided to take a chance.
“Jennifer, I am pretty sure after talking to Chrissy that I know what happened.”, I commented.
She looked over at me with both hands folded on her lap. She looked confused maybe, but I wanted to continue with the questions.
“About what? What did Chrissy tell you?”, she asked.
“What happened to my mom….”, I stated, looking her dead in the eye.
As soon as I finished my sentence and the words struck her it further convinced me that those nine people who had harassed me for so long knew something about what happened to my mother.
“I’m have no idea what you mean….”, she stuttered.
“Yes, you do…… but it’s ok. Tell them when I’m sure…. I’m coming for them.”, I replied, getting up and going to the counter.
I took my order and paid for it then walked outside and got into my car. One look through the window confirmed that Jennifer was already on the phone in a serious conversation. I had no clue as to why they would want to harm my mother, but their reactions told me they knew something about it. I pulled out and drove back to my house where I had dinner with Lynda. Since it was Friday night, I decided to make myself seen out on the town.
Lynda wanted to watch a movie so I told her I would be back in a few hours. She told me she would be ready and winked at me. There were only four clubs in town that Jennifer and her crew hung at on the weekends. It was either Moe’s Pizza, Comeback Inn, Smiley’s or the Chug-a-Lug. They had a reputation for catering to the football players and looking the other way when they drank beer. I passed Moe’s but it was dead, so I continued down the expressway until I looked into the parking lot of the Chug-a-Lug. There were several cars I recognized so I pulled into the parking lot. It seemed like this was the place to be tonight by the number of cars in the parking lot. I got out and walked around to the front door and made my way inside.
I immediately spotted the crew at a large table in the back, so I took a small table in the corner near the front door. The waitress came over and I ordered a beer handing her a five-dollar bill. As long as you tipped well most of the time, they would ask no questions.
I could see the table every now and then through the people milling around the bar. I was well hidden, so I knew I would not be noticed unless one of them came to the front door. About forty-five minutes later, I noticed a few of the guys getting up and putting their jackets on. I got up quickly and went to the side room with the pool tables in it. Several minutes later, I took my seat at the table again.
Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes, Maggie Miller, Darren Miller and Haley Mills were still at the table. From what I had heard around town, the only couple not having problems were Jennifer and Destin. Most of the other were on again then off again. I wanted to try and get the girls alone, but it didn’t seem like Darren and Haley were leaving anytime soon. It also did not appear the girls were in real good shape from the drinking. Chrissy’s head was on the table as Haley rubbed her back.
I looked at my watch and it was almost eleven o’clock. I finished my second beer and called it a night. I walked out and to the side parking lot when I unlocked my car. I had just opened the door when I heard a female voice over my shoulder. I turned to see Maggie Miller about fifty feet away.
“Hey Chris, wait up…….”, she shouted and wobbled her way over to me.
She was not as bad as Chrissy was the night Cassie brought her home, but she was well on the way. She stopped just a few feet away from me.
Maggie Miller was a former cheerleader like the rest although not quite as pretty as Jennifer, Haley and Chrissy. But she had a great body and all the boys loved her. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a white button-down blouse.
“Hey, Uh Chris…… any chance I can catch a ride with you?”, she asked.
Now, I thought quickly…. very quickly. This could be one of two things. Perhaps this was what it appeared to be……. Maggie just needed a ride home. Or maybe they had seen me and decided on this approach to perhaps see how much I knew or what I was insinuating. I decided to take a chance because after all it was hard getting the girls away from the guys.
Maggie and Ted Savoie had been dating for close to three years, I think. They had broken up and gotten back together so many times everyone lost track. They were both fond of cheating on each other and it happened regularly. We were pulling out of the parking lot when Maggie first spoke up.
“Fucking Ted is a douche bag………, he’s fucking that slut, Teresa Hernandez.”, she protested.
“Sorry to hear that Maggie, but I mean it’s not like the first time.”, I laughed.
“Yea, I know. The sad thing is……. He’s not even a good fuck.”, she giggled.
“Sorry to hear that too.”, I replied.
Maggie reach down into her large tote bag and pulled out two bottles of beer. She twisted the top of one and offered me the other.
“No thanks Maggie…I’m driving.”, I said, declining.
She shrugged her shoulders and put the bottle back in her tote as she drank on the one, she had opened. I knew about where Maggie lived but not the exact location. As she drove in the general direction of her home, she turned to me put her hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s stop at Crossway Park and fool around.”, she said, with a bit of a slur.
I had to think quickly here before I might miss an opportunity. On one hand, fooling around with Ted Savoie’s girl was not going to help my cause with the crew at all. On the other hand, maybe, I could get her worked up sexually where she might let something slip. The alcohol was working in my favor as well.
But in the end, I decided against going to the park. I knew, really knew many secrets that were kept, and I hated secrets.
“Thanks, but I am just going to bring you home.”, I replied.
“You have a girlfriend or something.”, she asked, annoyed.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“What’s her name,” Maggie asked.
“Cassie Wilkerson,” I answered.
“Yea, I know her,” she replied.
Maggie gave me the final directions to her home, and I was about a block away when I decided to try and trip her up.
“Maggie were you there the night my mom got hurt,” I asked.
I was hoping since we had been casually talking and a bit drunk that she would answer the questions without thinking. It worked perfectly.
“No, I was home that….”, she started before she realized what she said.
“Uh, what are you talking about?”, she asked, acting confused.
“Just tell them all, I know now. Tell them to look over their shoulder. I’m coming for them.”, I promised, pulling up in front of her house.
She got out of the car quickly and ran up the steps to her house disappearing behind the front door quickly. I sat there for a moment debating when I told the police what I felt I knew or handle the matter on my own.
CHAPTER Six
Before Cassie left that night the both of us had several more orgasms each. Carrie said, she would see me tomorrow but after cumming that much she would sleep in late. I locked up and fell asleep immediately mentally and physically drained. I slept myself until after nine and missed my morning workout. I got up and fixed some eggs and bacons with coffee then sat down and ate.
I cleaned up, changed clothes, and headed for the gym. I did a light workout and returned home just after noon or so. I took a shower and was on the sofa when my cell phone rang, it was Cassie. I could tell by the sound of her voice she had just woken up.
“Just getting up, huh?”, I asked.
“Fuck yea, I was exhausted….”, she giggled.
“So, who can’t handle who now?”, I laughed.
“Ooh, I will get you later for that one.”, she commented.
We talked for a while and decided to meet up again later in the day after my session with Master Garcia. That night as we sat outside the pool, Cassie admitted that we would love to get in better shape. I mentioned that a young woman worked out early in the morning every day like I did and that she might be looking for a workout partner or I could help her myself. Cassie jumped at the chance and promised to meet me first thing in the morning.
Cassie decided to work out with me so we developed a routine where I would do a set then go to wherever she was and help her. When Cassie started on her first day at the gym, she weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds. Since Cassie had very little body fat, we started right in. Cassie admitted she felt her legs and arms were too thin, she also wanted a smaller waist, a little bit bigger butt and shoulders. Since she wanted to gain muscle mass, she would use the same program I used on and off.
After thirteen months in the gym every day, Cassie made an amazing transformation. She trained hard like I did and giving up was not an option. Since I had met Cassie, I believed that after what had happened to her, she wanted to reinvent herself. And did she ever.
Cassie’s thighs and calves that she felt were too skinny now rippled in muscles. She had put muscle on her shoulders and back and now had the V shaped upper torso with a small waist. She still had a little work to do on her arms, as she claimed, but they were well chiseled.
All the while working out, she worked from home for her father who owned his own business. So, our life was basically getting up early and workout. Go home where Cassie would work for her father and spends nights and weekends together. Cassie’s parents treated me like one of their own and Cassie’s mother was extremely kind to me. She credited me for bringing Cassie out of the depression she had been in. When in fact, Cassie helped me just as much helping me over the death of my mother.
The police had gotten nowhere on the investigation of my mother’s murder. While they did find a few fingerprints on my mother’s car they had nothing in their data base to match them to. Which meant that the person they were looking for had never been arrested or was a juvenile which I found hard to believe.
Since Cassie and I had a routine that kept us busy, I had not run into any of the guys that had been giving me a rough time. I knew they were still around although because of stories I had heard from people at the gym. Apparently, they thought that since they had graduated their main goal was to harass the community as much as possible.
Cassie was amazing in bed, and we had a great sex daily. She was inventive and spontaneous, didn’t matter where we fucked or when. Once Cassie, achieved the look she wanted, we changed her routine to just maintain what she had.
Master Garcia had hired me to start teaching the amateur students in his program. The program had grown, and he was too busy with the advanced students. So, for about five hours a day, I trained kids from the age of eight to adults over forty, split into two classes. I enjoyed the younger group more they would always keep me laughing.
Since Cassie had achieved her bodybuilding goals, I was trying to get her to start training in Krav Maga. So far, she had been reluctant, but I was still pushing her. Cassie and I started going out more at night to movies and restaurants. One night we were coming from the gym where I had just finished with Master Garcia when we decided to go to Moe’s Pizza and eat dinner. As I had mentioned before, it was a popular hangout and had the best pizza around. We pulled up to find the parking lot packed, but we found a spot anyway.
We headed for the door with Cassie walking a step or two ahead of me. She had on a pink spandex pants which made her ass and legs look phenomenal. She had a tight white t-shirt on that showed her amazing upper body and small waist. She had a pink baseball cap on with her hair pulled the back of the cap where you adjusted the cap size. She was an amazing woman to look at.
We opened the front door just as ten to twelve people walked out. The person up front said they were cleaning four tables and would have one ready in a minute. Cassie tapped me on the shoulder and pointed over to the back of the restaurant when the gang was sitting. They were all there including Will, Cassie’s ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, they had not spotted us yet.
We were taken to the right side of the restaurant and given a small booth to sit at. We were looking at the menus when Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes and Haley Mills walked up to our table.
“Oh my God Cassie, what have you done?”, Chrissy exclaimed.
“What do you mean?”, Cassie asked.
“You look fabulous…. oh my god.”, Chrissy squealed.
“Oh, thanks…… been working out with Chris for a little over a year.”, Cassie admitted.
“You train people Chris?”, Chrissy asked.
“I train students in Krav Maga not body building. I just worked with Cassie because we’re together.”, I stated.
“Together – Together?”, Chrissy asked.
“Yep.”, Cassie replied.
They talked for a few more minutes before they headed back to their table. Cassie’s back was to them, but I could see Chrissy giving them all the blow-by-blow de***********ion. Right after the waitress brought our drinks, Cassie excused herself to go to the restroom.
“Go shake that fine ass in Will’s face baby.”, I laughed.
Every one of them turned their head and watched Cassie walked by then one row over. Not that I blame them, she was a sight to see especially in tight clothing. One thing I did notice was that they were going through a pitcher of beer every fifteen minutes. Ignorance and alcohol never mixed well.
Sure, enough we were halfway through our pizza when some turmoil broke out at the rear of the restaurant. I didn’t have to even look up to know it was them. When I did look up, I noticed that Mark Boudreaux and Chrissy Haynes were having another boyfriend – girlfriend argument. After shouting for a minute or two the manager went over to them and ask them to tone it down. At which point Josh Klein started arguing with the manager. Josh was by far the biggest player of the group, and he felt indestructible. I had no doubt that one day, him and I would go at it.
Finally, they all filed out except for Mark and Chrissy who stayed behind at the table. The look on Will’s face was priceless when he passed up our table with what I assumed was his girlfriend.
We were just finishing up when Mark Boudreaux headed for the door with Chrissy behind him trying to catch up. They both went out the door as our waitress brought us a check. I paid the bill and we left about five minutes later.
We were walking to the side parking lot when Cassie tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Chrissy slumped over on a bench on the side of the building. Cassie walked over and knelt in front of her.
“Chrissy, you ok?”, Cassie asked.
It took me just a minute to realize that Chrissy was drunk. She was mumbling something to Cassie about Mark breaking up with her. Now, I lived in this town long enough to see several breakups between Chrissy and Mark Boudreaux. This was nothing new.
Cassie stood up and turned and looked at me with a serious look on her face. I knew she was about to say something but had no clue as to what.
“Chris, we can’t leave her here like this. She’s bombed.”, Cassie explained.
“Cassie, you really want to take Mark Boudreaux’s girlfriend and put her in my car. That sounds like a bad idea.”, I laughed.
“We will just take her home…. No big deal.”, she suggested.
“Ok Cassie, let me help you get her.”, I offered.
I went over to where Chrissy was seated and took her left arm and put it around my shoulder. I lifted her up to her feet, but she was dead weight. Cassie took her other arm and put it around her shoulder and slowly we walked her over to our car. Cassie took my keys and opened the back door when we laid Chrissy out on the back seat. Chrissy was wearing a short pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra on. Chrissy was always the most popular girl at school and seeing her like this was really strange.
Cassie and I got in the car and I pulled out of the parking lot headed to the highway. Chrissy sat up in the back and started laughing.
“Where are we going?”, she asked.
“You’re going home, Chrissy.”, Cassie replied.
“Nooooooooooooo…… lets go somewhere.”, Chrissy whined.
“Chrissy, you’re in no condition to go anywhere.”, Cassie answered.
“I want to fuck…. will you fuck me?”, Chrissy asked.
“Exactly who do you want to fuck?”, Cassie laughed.
“I want to fuck both of you….”, Chrissy explained leaning forward resting her head on the front seat.
“Chrissy, you had too much beer……. We’re bringing you home.”, I explained.
She leaned back after the seat, and I looked at Cassie who simply shook her head with a smile on her face. I leaned over to Cassie and whispered softly.
“Do we bring her up to the front door and leave her on the front porch? I don’t need any more problems with this group.”, I asked.
“Damn, I never thought of that.”, Cassie replied.
Cassie turned and investigated the back seat and giggled tapping me on the shoulder. I made sure the traffic was clear then turned and look in the back seat. Chrissy had her shorts and panties down around her knees and was fingering herself without any hesitation. Cassie looked at me then suggested we go back to my house. That could be the worst idea Cassie ever had but honestly bringing her home drunk out of her mind did not seem like the answer either.
When I got home, I pulled all the way down the driveway until I was between my house and Cassie’s house. We got out and Cassie climbed in the back seat and pulled Chrissy’s underwear and shorts back up. Chrissy had passed out once again. Cassie then got out the back seat and I handed her the house keys. I reached in and grabbed Chrissy from the car and carried her into the side door. I walked to the living room and laid her on the sofa.
Cassie suggested making a pot of coffee and trying to sober Chrissy up a bit. I was not sure that coffee could help Chrissy at this point she was pretty far gone. But none the less Cassie started the coffee and walked back in the living room. Chrissie rolled over on the sofa and started mumbling.
“Oh my god…… why did you push her?”, she slurred.
Cassie and I looked at each other and laughed, Chrissy was out of it. Cassie went back in the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Before she could return Chrissy started talking again but her eyes were still closed. It was almost like she was having a bad dream.
“You must call the police…. call the…. ambulance. Oh my god Mark.”, she shouted.
Cassie walked back in with a cup of coffee, but I know she heard the latest outburst. She had a strange look on her face. Chrissy then opened her eyes and looked over at me.
“Oh Chris, I’m so sorry…he didn’t mean to….”, then closed her eyes again.
Cassie struggled to wake her up but did get a couple of sips of coffee into her. Cassie looked over at me with a strange look on her face.
“What is she talking about?”, Cassie asked.
“I am not sure…. but why would she be sorry for me?”, I asked.
“Makes no sense, Chris.”, she answered.
After about an hour, Chrissy started coming to after three cups of coffee. She was sitting up on the sofa but had a strange look on her face. It was almost as if she couldn’t look at me. About thirty minutes later Cassie agreed to bring her home. She thought it would be better if I was not there. As she was preparing to leave, I asked her a question.
“Chrissy, you were talking about the police, an ambulance and then even apologized to me. What was that all about.”, I asked.
She whipped her head around and looked at me with pure fear in her eyes. She hung her head for a second and then looked back up.
“I don’t know, Chris… I was drunk. What exactly did I say.”, she asked, her voice shaking?
“Most of it did not make sense to be honest….”, I replied.
“I’m sorry…thanks for helping.”, she stated, following Cassie out of the front door.
Cassie returned about twenty minutes later after dropping Chrissy off at her house. She came in and sat down on the sofa next to me. She grabbed my hand and took it in hers then looked me directly in the eyes.
“Chris, I’m not sure what is going on, but Chrissy was extremely nervous about what she might have said to us. She kept asking me over and over exactly what she said. Something’s not quite right but I can’t put my finger on it.”, she stated.
“The Police and Ambulance thing…. then apologizing to me is weird. You think she is talking about my mom?”, I asked, Cassie.
“You mean you think she might be involved?”, Cassie asked, shocked.
“I don’t know Cassie, but you have to admit……that was weird.”, I answered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several days later about nine in the morning Detective Wilson came to my home and asked to speak to me. I invited him in, and we sat in the living area. He pulled a small notebook out of his inner jacket pocket.
“Chris, I sent the video that we had to a video lab that we use frequently. They cleaned the video up dramatically, so we were able to see more detail. Of the people that were there we know five were white. The others never gave us a good angle, so we are not sure.”, he started.
“Second, after examining the tape, we now think that the people that accosted your mother were young. Maybe teens to mid-twenties at best. Several had some type of face covering. The way they moved, dressed and then ran to her car…… likely they are young. Are there any problems you or your mother had with young people lately?”, he asked.
I told him the complete story about how I had made enemies with the seniors on the football team. I explained what had happened at Haley’s pool party and my altercation with Will and Tommy over at Cassie’s house. I also mentioned the strange comments Chrissy Haynes had made the other evening.
“I know Mr. Haynes very well…. We play golf together. I’ll ask a few questions but that would lead me to younger people.”, he affirmed.
“I know they don’t like me, but I don’t see them killing my mom, sir.”, I answered.
“Chris, I have been a police officer for close to fifteen years. You would be shocked at the things I have seen.”, he stated.
“I’m sure you are right, sir.”, I sighed.
He left immediately but promised to keep in touch with me as soon as he had more information. I left shortly after him and went to the gym to work out. Later that week, I tested and received my black belt and E 1 patch. I was now teaching two classes of youth members which I really enjoyed doing. I was packing up my bag and getting ready to leave when I noticed that Ted Savoie and Darren Miller working out in the gym. It was the first time I had ever seen any of them actually in the gym before. I had just walked out of Master Garcia’s office when the noticed me.
“Hey Roid boy…. Get fucked.”, Ted Savoie said loudly.
Before I could reply, Master Garcia stepped out of his office and walked over to the shoulder press that they were working on. Master Garcia was Brazilian by birth and a quiet but very intimidating figure in his own way. He always wore military pants with a dry-fit t-shirt and wrestling shoes. He was right at six-foot-tall and weighed about one hundred ninety pounds.
“Do we have problem guys.”, he asked, with his accent.
“Nah, we are just messing around.” Darren quickly replied.
“No messing around in club or with students. You do again…leave never come back.”, he said, sternly.
I walked out as he was still reprimanding them and headed to the parking lot. Just about that time Mark Boudreaux was walking towards me. I was assuming he was going to meet his pals inside. He stopped immediately when he saw me. But then again, he was alone for the first time. This was the perfect opportunity for me.
“Hey Mark, Cassie brought Chrissy home the night you left her at Moe’s, but she was pretty drunk. She was saying something about the police, ambulance and she was sorry. She also said you didn’t mean to. What was that all about?”, I asked.
Just as I had seen in Chrissy eyes, I saw it repeated in Mark’s eyes. Pure unadulterated fear as his white face turned pale.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he stated, almost running past me.
I walked back several feet and looked inside the club through the front window. Mark, damn near ran up to Darren and Ted with a frantic look on his face. He began talking to the two of them his hands failing around nervously. I turned and headed to my vehicle beginning to think there might be something to what Chrissy said after all.
Cassie was out of town for a week or so with her mother visiting her grandfather who was in the hospital. I went and grabbed a sandwich with some fries and came home and ate. I was just about to watch tv when I heard the doorbell ring. Since I was not expecting anyone, I had no idea who that might be. I walked to the front door and opened it to find my Aunt Lynda standing there with several suitcases. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek then stepped back.
“Chris, I’m sorry to show up like this with no notice but I can’t take him anymore. I just didn’t know where else to go.”, she said, tears running down her cheeks.
“Don’t be silly Lynda. Come in, you are always welcome here.”, I answered.
I grabbed all her bags and brought them into my mother’s bedroom and sat then down against the wall. She hugged me once again and I left the room closing the door so she could settle in. I sat on the sofa and turned on the television and was about hallway through a movie when Lynda came in the living room and sat down on the other end of the sofa. She had put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which reminded me so much of my mother.
“I’ll try and figure all of this out as soon as possible. I promise, I will be out of your way as soon as possible.”, she said, softly.
“Lynda, you can stay here as long as you like. It’s just me in this big old house…. I have plenty of room. Just relax and try to forget about your problems.”, I offered.
“Stacey did a remarkable job of raising you, Chris.”, Lynda replied.
“I miss her so much……. it makes no sense what happened. She never hurt anyone.’, I replied, getting choked up.
“I know baby…. life doesn’t make sense sometimes.”, Lynda answered.
We both went silent for a few minutes before Lynda got up and went to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Lynda reminded me so much of my mother. She was beautiful and had a great body. She came back quickly and sat down.
“Are you and the girl next door serious about each other?”, Lynda asked.
“Oh geez, Cassie…. Well, I like her a lot and I think she feels the same, but we have never talked much about anything else. She has been training with me at the gym, so she has changed quite a bit. She is out of town for a week or so visiting her grandfather.”, I answered.
“Are you fucking her?”, Lynda asked, with a smile.
My mother had told me about Lynda and the relationship the two of them had. She also told me that Lynda loved to shock people especially about sex. According to my mother, Lynda loved sex that her husband Jack referred to her as nympho most of the time.
“Yes, we have been to bed together quite a few times.”, I replied, staring at the television.
“Who else have you been to bed with.”, Lynda giggled.
“No one… Cassie is the first.”, I answered, quickly.
“Now why do you want to lie to your Aunt Lynda like that.”, she laughed.
“I’m not lying….”, I started.
“Chris, I know better…. Your mother told me.”, she said, staring into my eyes.
I literately froze not knowing what to say. Did my mother really tell her sister we were fucking each other? I mean, I know they were close, but would she really have divulged something that personal and maybe even perverse.
“I’m not sure what my mother told you, but Cassie is the first girl I have been to bed with.”, I replied, my voice very unsure.
“Oh, I don’t doubt Cassie is the first girl you have been to bed with, but I also know about you and your mother.”, she said, softly.
“Aunt Lynda, I ……”, began before she cut me off.
“Chris, I’m not judging you or my sister. In fact, I think it’s hot. My sister was a beautiful woman, and I don’t blame you for fucking her.”, Lynda giggled.
“What the fuck did she tell you?”. I asked.
“Well, one night when I was here the last time and you were out, we were in her bed together. We started fooling around, you know, kissing and fingering each other. Next thing you know, I ate her out and she did the same for me. After getting off several times, we just started talking. Next thing you know, she told me.”, Lynda admitted.
“Holy crap….”, was my only response.
“Hey don’t feel bad…. Your mom said you were awesome in bed.”, Lynda complimented.
“Oh, that’s great….”, I laughed.
“She also told me you have a big dick.”, Lynda giggled.
“Wow, I never thought I would have this conversation with you Lynda.”, I replied.
“Oh, I don’t believe your mother never told you about me.”, Lynda replied.
“She might have mentioned you a time or two.’, I laughed.
“Hey, I love to fuck….no man has ever been able to keep up with me. Jack has always been awful in bed…. I thought maybe after I married him, he would get better, but he never did.”, Lynda admitted.
“Well, this is an interesting conversation, but I need to go take a shower.”, I replied, getting up and walking out.
“Yes, me too….”, Lynda answered.
I went into the hall bathroom and took a long hot shower. I could hear Lynda in my mother’s bathroom doing the same. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and dropped the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and walked down the hall towards my room. I had no sooner opened my bedroom door when I heard Lynda down the hall.
“Hey sweetheart, why don’t you take me to bed and make me feel good?”, she asked.
I look up and she was standing in my mother’s bedroom door dressed only in a pink tank top and pink lace panties. She was slowly rubbing her left breast with her right hand. At that moment, she reminded me so much of my mother it was uncanny. I didn’t contemplate the question long. Since I had been to bed with my mother then why not her younger sister.
“Are you as wild as my mom said you were?”, I asked, looking her up and down.
“Only one way to find out.”, she replied, stepping back in the bedroom.
I might have hesitated for a second or two and then headed for her bedroom. By the time, I got to the side of the bed, Lynda was already softly running her finger up and down the crotch of her pink lace panties. I pulled my shirt over my head then reached down and pushed my shorts down my legs stepping out of them.
“Whoa, that is a nice dick.”, Lynda giggled.
I climbed into bed next to Lynda and took in into my arms. I leaned in and kissed her softly easing my tongue between her lips. She immediately devoured my tongue kissing me with unbelievable passion and lust. From what Lynda had told me earlier I believed that she was always probably the aggressor in bed. This time, I was going to turn the tables on her and see if she liked it.
I reached down and pulled her panties off quickly tossing them to the side of the bed. I immediately went down her body and pushed my tongue into her silky, smooth hairless pussy.
“Oh, my fucking God.”, she wailed, clutching my head.
I furiously licked her hard clit all the while fucking her opening with my middle finger. She was already panting heavily but there was no way I was letting her off this easy. Once her pussy was well lubed, I raised myself up and positioned myself between her warm thighs. I took my hard cock and place the head against her wet hole and pushed. She moaned loudly as I entered her and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Inch by inch, I eased inside her stretching her pussy like never before. Once I was completely inside of her, I began to move in and out of her slowly. I leaned over so that my face was only inches from hers.
“How does my dick feel Lynda?”, I whispered.
“Oh, fuck Chris, it feels fucking great. I could cream all over you now.”, she replied.
“No fucking way……. you cum when I say you can cum.”, I quickly replied.
Immediately, I saw the reaction in Lynda’s eyes, they were sparkling. She loved me dominating her like this there was no doubt. I began to push inside of her at a faster pace knowing that she liked it.
“Oh fuck…. I want to cum.”, she screamed.
“Don’t you dare cum….”, I replied sternly.
“Fuck…fuck.”, she cried.
Since it was the first time and she was almost begging, I decided to make her cum. I leaned forward as I had been taught and started fucking her rapidly making sure the top of my cock was rubbing her clit within seconds, I knew it was.
“I can’t hold……”, she panted.
“Let it go Lynda…. Cum for me.”, I asked.
She wrapped her legs around my lower back her whole body tensing up. I felt a deluge of fluid squirt from inside of her as she cried out on pleasure. Lynda’s orgasm was intense and lasted close to fifteen seconds before she started to relax and let go of me. I pulled out of her and laid down next to her as she gasped for air.
I reached down her body and began to stroke her clit gently rubbing her thick secretions over the hard nub. She reached down and put her hand over mine exhaling deeply. She turned to me and leaned in kissing me softly pushing her tongue into my mouth. After several minutes of kissing, she rolled on top of me looking into my eyes.
“I have never been fucked like that in my life. Most men can’t last long enough to make me cum. Most times, I must take care of myself after they are done.”, Lynda exclaimed.
“I want to see you take care of yourself.”, I replied, my tongue licking her upper lip.
“Oh, I love to rub one off with someone watching me.”, she giggled.
Lynda lifted slightly and positioned her pussy with my still hard dick. She guided it inside of her and pushed down until I was deep inside of her.
“Mother fucker, this feels so fucking good.”, she exclaimed, as she moved slowly back and forth on me.
She began to move a little faster on me as her breathing began to get a bit labored. She rested her hands on my chest as she looked into my eyes.
“I think someone is about to cum again.”, I suggested.
“Oh yea…. Real fucking soon.”, she giggled.
“Oh, by the way…. on you on any birth control?”, I asked.
“Yes, I am……it’s safe to cum inside me.”, she answered, rubbing my cheek.
Just as she finished the sentence her cell phone rang which was lying on the mattress to my right. She reached over and picked it up laughing when she looked at the screen. She answered the phone but continued to ride my erect shaft back and forth.
“Yes Jack, I left and this time I don’t think I’m coming home. You have all the pussy you need at home, but you still run around.”, she commented, her eyes closed enjoying my shaft inside of her.
“Jack, I have never turned you down and you know it.”, she said, breathing a bit heavy.
“Jack, I’m done……. God damn”, she grunted.
The look on her face was priceless as she had her nephew’s dick deep inside of her talking to her husband on the phone.
“Well, if you have to know Jack…. I’m about to cum. So, talk to you later.”, she stated, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the mattress.
I grabbed her by the hips and started push up hard into her and she pushed down on me. She lowered her right hand and began to rub her clit rapidly as she looked into my eyes.
“You’re a nasty girl, Lynda.”, I said, with a smile.
“You have no idea how nasty I am baby, but you’re going find out.”, she replied, panting.
Lynda suddenly exploded into her second orgasm of the night as I felt the liquid gush from her tight hole. She leaned back and trembled as she rubbed her clit furiously. After about ten seconds she fell off me on the mattress to my right trying to catch her breathe.
She laid there for about ten minutes until she finally recovered leaning over to me and kissing me once again. I reached down her body and slipped my finger into her drenched pussy. I began to slowly massage her clit as she pulled her lips from me. She traced my lips with her finger as she looked deep into my eyes.
“You know once I get started it’s hard to stop.”, Lynda whispered.
She then moved down my body taking my dick in her small hand. She put me in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Within a minute she had me hard as a rock as she tongue bathed my hard shaft. I noticed that she had moved her left hand down between her legs and was once again rubbing her clit softly.
“God, you look sexy rubbing yourself like that.’, I commented.
“You like that?”, she giggled.
“Yes, I do.”, I answered.
“Want to watch me get off?”, she asked.
“Uh-huh.”, I nodded.
She moved back up the bed and laid next to me with her hand still buried between her legs. I could see the passion in her eyes as she used her hand to masturbate her pussy for me. I wrapped my right hand around my cock and began to stroke my hard dick up and down slowly. Lynda’s eyes immediately went down to my right hand following my every movement.
“Jerk that big dick for me, baby. God, I love it.”, she moaned.
Watching me jerk off only added more fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was now rapidly rubbing her clit back and forth her eyes glued to mine. Once again, her upper face and cheeks were pink with the blood pooling to her upper body.
“I want you to cum with me this time.”, she panted.
I nodded and she motioned for me to move closer to her. I did as I was asked knowing she was very close to cumming again. I was kneeling on the bed next to her stroking my cock with reckless abandon. She turned her head toward me and extended her tongue telling me where she wanted my cum. I moved up slightly until the head of my dick was touching her tongue on every upstroke. I leaned over and positioned the head of my dick on the top of her tongue.
The first spurt of cum went deep into her throat with the next three soaking her lips and tongue. Seconds later, Lynda was lost in her third orgasm of the day. I continued to stroke my cock emptying what was left of my orgasm all over her breasts. Lynda came down quickly from this orgasm and grabbed my dick and started to run her tongue all over the head. The feeling was amazing, and she made direct eye contact with me. Watching Lynda sucking my cock with cum all over her lips was an amazing sight.
Lynda kept me inside her warm wet mouth until I was completely soft and drained. I laid down next to her and took her into my arms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When I got up the next morning to go to the gym, Lynda was still sleeping peacefully in my mother’s bed. I did a longer workout that morning then I usually did. I got back to my house at about eleven o’clock to find Lynda drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.
“Fuck, you wore me out last night. I have not slept that good in years.”, she giggled.
“Hmmmm…. Who can’t keep up with who?”, I laughed.
“Oh, don’t kid yourself…. I haven’t even started with you yet.”, she giggled.
“Sounds promising….”, I responded.
“When is Cassie coming back?”, Lynda asked.
“I think tomorrow but I’m not real sure.”, I answered.
“So, I guess I’m going to have to split you with her?”, Lynda giggled.
“Uh…. Unless you want to fuck us both?”, I laughed.
“I have absolutely no problem fucking another woman.”, Lynda offered.
“Well, maybe we can see how Cassie feels about it.”, I remarked.
“That’s a deal.”, Lynda laughed.
Later that day, I went to the sandwich shop to get Lynda and I something to eat. I ordered two roast beef sandwiches and a large order of French fries. I took a seat in the booth to the side and waiting for my order. About five minutes later, Jennifer Smith walked in and placed an order. Jennifer was Destin Thibodaux’s girlfriend and I had heard they were engaged to be married. She finished with her order and turned towards the booth area when she saw me.
“Hey Jennifer, how are you?”, I stated, greeting her.
“Oh, hey Chris.”, she replied, with a deer in the headlights look.
She sat at the booth directly across from me doing everything in her power not to look at me. Since, I might not have this opportunity in the near future, so I decided to take a chance.
“Jennifer, I am pretty sure after talking to Chrissy that I know what happened.”, I commented.
She looked over at me with both hands folded on her lap. She looked confused maybe, but I wanted to continue with the questions.
“About what? What did Chrissy tell you?”, she asked.
“What happened to my mom….”, I stated, looking her dead in the eye.
As soon as I finished my sentence and the words struck her it further convinced me that those nine people who had harassed me for so long knew something about what happened to my mother.
“I’m have no idea what you mean….”, she stuttered.
“Yes, you do…… but it’s ok. Tell them when I’m sure…. I’m coming for them.”, I replied, getting up and going to the counter.
I took my order and paid for it then walked outside and got into my car. One look through the window confirmed that Jennifer was already on the phone in a serious conversation. I had no clue as to why they would want to harm my mother, but their reactions told me they knew something about it. I pulled out and drove back to my house where I had dinner with Lynda. Since it was Friday night, I decided to make myself seen out on the town.
Lynda wanted to watch a movie so I told her I would be back in a few hours. She told me she would be ready and winked at me. There were only four clubs in town that Jennifer and her crew hung at on the weekends. It was either Moe’s Pizza, Comeback Inn, Smiley’s or the Chug-a-Lug. They had a reputation for catering to the football players and looking the other way when they drank beer. I passed Moe’s but it was dead, so I continued down the expressway until I looked into the parking lot of the Chug-a-Lug. There were several cars I recognized so I pulled into the parking lot. It seemed like this was the place to be tonight by the number of cars in the parking lot. I got out and walked around to the front door and made my way inside.
I immediately spotted the crew at a large table in the back, so I took a small table in the corner near the front door. The waitress came over and I ordered a beer handing her a five-dollar bill. As long as you tipped well most of the time, they would ask no questions.
I could see the table every now and then through the people milling around the bar. I was well hidden, so I knew I would not be noticed unless one of them came to the front door. About forty-five minutes later, I noticed a few of the guys getting up and putting their jackets on. I got up quickly and went to the side room with the pool tables in it. Several minutes later, I took my seat at the table again.
Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes, Maggie Miller, Darren Miller and Haley Mills were still at the table. From what I had heard around town, the only couple not having problems were Jennifer and Destin. Most of the other were on again then off again. I wanted to try and get the girls alone, but it didn’t seem like Darren and Haley were leaving anytime soon. It also did not appear the girls were in real good shape from the drinking. Chrissy’s head was on the table as Haley rubbed her back.
I looked at my watch and it was almost eleven o’clock. I finished my second beer and called it a night. I walked out and to the side parking lot when I unlocked my car. I had just opened the door when I heard a female voice over my shoulder. I turned to see Maggie Miller about fifty feet away.
“Hey Chris, wait up…….”, she shouted and wobbled her way over to me.
She was not as bad as Chrissy was the night Cassie brought her home, but she was well on the way. She stopped just a few feet away from me.
Maggie Miller was a former cheerleader like the rest although not quite as pretty as Jennifer, Haley and Chrissy. But she had a great body and all the boys loved her. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a white button-down blouse.
“Hey, Uh Chris…… any chance I can catch a ride with you?”, she asked.
Now, I thought quickly…. very quickly. This could be one of two things. Perhaps this was what it appeared to be……. Maggie just needed a ride home. Or maybe they had seen me and decided on this approach to perhaps see how much I knew or what I was insinuating. I decided to take a chance because after all it was hard getting the girls away from the guys.
Maggie and Ted Savoie had been dating for close to three years, I think. They had broken up and gotten back together so many times everyone lost track. They were both fond of cheating on each other and it happened regularly. We were pulling out of the parking lot when Maggie first spoke up.
“Fucking Ted is a douche bag………, he’s fucking that slut, Teresa Hernandez.”, she protested.
“Sorry to hear that Maggie, but I mean it’s not like the first time.”, I laughed.
“Yea, I know. The sad thing is……. He’s not even a good fuck.”, she giggled.
“Sorry to hear that too.”, I replied.
Maggie reach down into her large tote bag and pulled out two bottles of beer. She twisted the top of one and offered me the other.
“No thanks Maggie…I’m driving.”, I said, declining.
She shrugged her shoulders and put the bottle back in her tote as she drank on the one, she had opened. I knew about where Maggie lived but not the exact location. As she drove in the general direction of her home, she turned to me put her hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s stop at Crossway Park and fool around.”, she said, with a bit of a slur.
I had to think quickly here before I might miss an opportunity. On one hand, fooling around with Ted Savoie’s girl was not going to help my cause with the crew at all. On the other hand, maybe, I could get her worked up sexually where she might let something slip. The alcohol was working in my favor as well.
But in the end, I decided against going to the park. I knew, really knew many secrets that were kept, and I hated secrets.
“Thanks, but I am just going to bring you home.”, I replied.
“You have a girlfriend or something.”, she asked, annoyed.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“What’s her name,” Maggie asked.
“Cassie Wilkerson,” I answered.
“Yea, I know her,” she replied.
Maggie gave me the final directions to her home, and I was about a block away when I decided to try and trip her up.
“Maggie were you there the night my mom got hurt,” I asked.
I was hoping since we had been casually talking and a bit drunk that she would answer the questions without thinking. It worked perfectly.
“No, I was home that….”, she started before she realized what she said.
“Uh, what are you talking about?”, she asked, acting confused.
“Just tell them all, I know now. Tell them to look over their shoulder. I’m coming for them.”, I promised, pulling up in front of her house.
She got out of the car quickly and ran up the steps to her house disappearing behind the front door quickly. I sat there for a moment debating when I told the police what I felt I knew or handle the matter on my own.