by T. M. Haught
She reached down to get her bottle of Uberlube and spritzed a little on their private parts, then put the little bottle back on the patio stone. Penny raised up a bit as she guided his manhood into her, then returned her hands to his knees.
“Well, this is different,” said Jonah.
“I think it’s called the ‘Backwards Cowgirl’ position,” she told him. “I thought we could try it out, anyway.”
She pushed slowly down on him, the lube and their own moisture making it easy for his penis to penetrate her vagina. Penny started a steady rhythmic pumping for about a minute, then she started slowing down and finally came to a halt. She craned her head around to look back at Jonah, although it was hard to make eye contact even twisting her shoulders a bit.
“Is this working for you?” she asked, her tone apologetic.
Jonah hesitated. “Well, it definitely feels good, but… but…”
“Something’s missing?”
“Yeah, kinda,” said Jonah.
“For me, too,” Penny said. “I mean, we’re still doing it, but I’m looking at your toes and thinking, ‘where is my boyfriend’? I know you’re back there, but…”
“I can at least see you,” Jonah told her. “And it’s kinda interesting watching you from this angle, but it’s not as intimate somehow.”
“Do you want me to climb off of you?” said Penny. “I can turn around to face you.”
“No. Let’s try something.” He touched her shoulders and lightly tugged her toward him. “Stay on me and lean back against my chest. You’ll have to bring your knees up so you’re not straining anything.”
As she did so, she snuggled her back against his chest, enjoying its warmth and firm fleshiness. “Hmmm. I’m likin’ this better already.” Her head was significantly higher than his due to their position, but she angled it back to make contact with the top of his head as he ran his hands slowly up and down along her arms and over the soft curves of her shoulders. She knew his penis was still partially inside her. “This is definitely an improvement. Not sure if you can penetrate me as far this way, though.”
“Probably not,” said Jonah. “But I may not need to.” He reached down and put his hands beneath her thighs, then raised them up high so that her lower legs were pointing forward and her feet were dangling. “Try using your right hand to massage your clitoris while I do this.”
“Okay. Do what?”
“This,” he said, and began thrusting into her, still from behind as they both leaned back against the back of the lounge. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but he could tell that even though he was only penetrating about three inches inside her, he was hitting the front wall of her vagina in that spot they had found before, the area that worked so well. He felt her body stiffen a bit.
“Oh, oh, Jonah, oh, oh!”
“Do you want me to stop?” he said with concern.
“NO!” she said urgently. “Go! Go! Go!”
He continued pumping with short strokes, keeping it up, increasing the intensity, putting everything he had into it and trying not to climax too soon. He kissed the back of her neck and the top of her shoulder. “With me working your ‘G’ spot… and you working your ‘C’ spot… this should… should…”
“Oh!” said Penny suddenly, her eyes closing as her back arched and her head tilted back even more and pressed harder against the top of his head. Then her head and shoulders started going a little crazy as intense orgasmic waves swept over her. “Ooooh! Oh! OMG! OMG! OMG!”
She gave a little shrieking gasp and Jonah knew she had climaxed, genuinely and completely and was not just faking it for his benefit. He kept pumping until, in another few seconds, he reached that point too and he exploded within her. There were a few final mini-convulsions, then it was over.
As they both went a little limp Jonah gently lowered her thighs so that they were straddling his again, and as her feet made contact with the lounge cushion they slid forward, stretching out in a relaxed position. She started to slide down his chest as his shrinking manhood popped out of her, and Jonah put his arms around her torso, crossing just beneath her breasts, holding her there within his embrace. Her head was even with his now, and she let out a sigh as she snuggled against his face and neck.
“Oh Jonah,” she said weakly, but happily. “It’s true what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“Nice guys do finish last.”
He smiled and nuzzled her face and hair. “I almost didn’t. Had to try really hard.”
Penny opened her eyes and gazed into his. “Who’s the teacher now? You’re getting really good at this.”
“I can’t take any credit. Without you I’d be no good at all. And even if you don’t realize it, I’m still flying scared most of the time.”
“Aww…” She caressed his face. “You don’t need to be scared, certainly not with me. And you don’t give yourself enough credit.”
They stayed there, exactly as they were, for several minutes, simply enjoying the gentle breeze in the garden, the flower smells and the way their bodies felt together. Finally, Penny gave a reluctant sigh and she kissed Jonah on the cheek.
“Leaving your arms is the last thing I want to do,” she said. “But I guess we’d better put our clothes on and go back inside. It’s about that time.”
“Lunch?” Jonah ventured as he released her from his embrace.
“That, too,” Penny said as she leaned forward and started to get up. “I meant we have to make some calls. We haven’t checked in yet!”
“You’re right. We’d better do that.”
He got up after her and picked up the bath towel. “More laundry?”
“I’ll wash it in my room,” she told him with a wry grin. She picked up her little bottle of lube spray and went to the table where their clothes were waiting.
Jonah reached for the pile of garments, about to separate his own from hers so he could begin dressing, then hesitated. He looked at Penny with a playful look.
“What?” she said.
“You know, we usually undress each other before, then dress ourselves after,” said Jonah. “Why can’t we dress each other after, too, just for fun?”
Penny considered it, then shrugged and grinned. “Yeah, why not? I like the way you think, Squirt.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Getting ready
It was just a few minutes past noon when they both sat at the kitchen table, cleaned up, fully dressed and their hair combed. Everything was in proper order, even though it was of course to be an “audio only” phone call and they could not be seen. It was a psychological thing. They had not fixed lunch yet, since they did not want to make their call any later.
Penny had her cell phone in her hand, dialing the number for Rebecca as she had the day before so she would not take a chance on ringing her dad as he was driving from his own office at TransComCo to the parking lot at Myri-Sinclair. She put her cell on speakerphone as she heard it start to ring at the other end of the call.
“Perfect timing,” said Rebecca’s voice as she answered. “Your father’s here and I just made it down to the parking lot. I’m in the SUV but we haven’t started to eat lunch yet.”
“Oh good,” said Penny, then suddenly remembered the ‘Pumpkin’ gaffe of the day before. “Jonah and I are both in the kitchen here. Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, Penny,” Robert’s voice replied, with a trace of a chuckle. “We’re on speakerphone here, too. Everything okay there?”
“Everything’s fine,” said Penny. “Nice and quiet, compared to last week.”
Rebecca’s voice said, “Have you had lunch yet?”
“No,” Penny told her. “I wanted to call you guys first, then I’ll fix some sandwiches.”
“That’s good,” said Rebecca. “But don’t think you have to do all the meal fixing. Jonah can cook. Does that surprise you?”
Penny turned to Jonah and wiggled one eyebrow. To her phone she simply said, “No, Mrs. Nash, that doesn’t sur
prise me at all.”
Jonah blanched and quickly said, “Penny did the laundry already. I helped with the folding.”
“He’s being modest,” Penny said impishly. “He did more than fold. He helped me get things up, too.”
His eyes wide, Jonah waved both hands in a cautionary gesture, his lips forming a silent shush. Then he said, “When we checked our email it looked like we got most of our homework assignments already, so after lunch we’ll work on that.”
Robert’s voice came through the cell phone speaker again. “Sounds like you’ve got everything under control. Rebecca’s only got a half hour for lunch, so we’d better wrap up this call. We’ll give you both a call later this afternoon. Okay?”
“Great!” said Penny. “Bye, Daddy… bye Mrs. Nash.”
They both said goodbye and the call was ended. Penny disconnected and put her phone down on the table before getting up to start preparing lunch.
Jonah sagged a bit, relieved the call was over. He got up to assist, but couldn’t help saying, “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?”
Penny grinned. “Who, me? Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You mom always says things like sound like double entendres. Haven’t you noticed? Or is it just me?”
“It’s just you,” Jonah said, then shrugged. “And me, too. I know what you mean, but I really think she’s just saying normal parent things. It only seems like double entendres to us because we have a guilty conscience.”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Penny. “Not sure I’d call it a guilty conscience, though. It’s more like a sexy secret.”
She stopped before the refrigerator door and opened it, with Jonah standing beside her. She looked in, surveying the options.
“Well, there are a couple of different kinds of cold cuts, if you want me to fix sandwiches,” Penny said. She grinned at him suddenly and gave him a bump with her hip. “Or do you wanna do some cookin’, Squirt?”
“Funny girl,” Jonah said. “If you’re talking about food, a sandwich will be fine, and quicker. But I will cook for you sometime, if you’d like.”
“Okay,” she said, reaching for the mayonnaise and some sliced ham. “I would like that. Seriously. A guy that can cook… that’s pretty cool, too.”
Jonah shrugged. “Cooking is just edible chemistry. And everybody should be able to take care of themselves. Right?”
“Right,” said Penny. She gave Jonah a little kiss on the tip of his nose and let the refrigerator door close as she took the mayonnaise and ham to the counter.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lunch was spent sitting side by side at the kitchen table, thankfully with no interruptions. Once that and the dishes were done they went back to the patio to move the lounge chair back to its original position and check to be sure nothing was left behind that could prove incriminating or embarrassing. Jonah and Penny worked on their homework, with a break in the mid-afternoon for a snack and to take calls from Robert and Rebecca, and an occasional peek out the front window to be sure no television vans were visible.
It was roughly 6:30 when the SUV pulled into the driveway and the doors could be heard opening and closing. Penny quickly went to the front door and opened it. She saw Rebecca heading up the walk with the sweater she used for office work over her arm and carrying a shopping bag from the grocery store. Robert was closing the SUV’s rear hatch. He followed after Rebecca, carrying his laptop case.
Penny stepped back as they entered. “Hi, Mrs. Nash.”
“Hi, dear,” said Rebecca. She looked to the sofa where Jonah was sitting with his books and his laptop. “Still working?”
Jonah sat things aside and got up. “Yes, Mom. Glad you’re both back.”
She smiled at the two teenagers. “We stopped at the supermarket on the way so I could get something for dinner. I got some ready made things from the deli so it won’t be long before we can eat.”
As she headed for the kitchen Robert entered the living room and closed the front door behind him, latching it. He gave Penny a kiss on the forehead and sat his case down on the chair near the door.
“Hi Daddy,” Penny said.
“Hi Penny,” said Robert. “Everything okay?”
“Sure,” his daughter told him. “This afternoon has been kinda boring… but in a good way.”
“That’s a relief,” he replied. “Hey there, Jonah.”
“Hi Mr. Matthews. Thanks for letting my mom car-pool with you.”
“No problem.” Robert glanced after Rebecca as she disappeared into the kitchen with the groceries. “Won’t need to tomorrow. Today was her last day at Myri-Sinclair and she doesn’t have any temp work lined up for the next twenty-four hours, so she’ll be home all day tomorrow. Let’s all go in the kitchen.”
Penny studied him a moment, glanced at Jonah, then looked back to her father. “Sure. I can help Mrs. Nash get dinner on the table.”
As the three of them entered the kitchen they saw that Rebecca had sat her sweater and purse on the end of the counter and was taking things out of the shopping bag to place on the small oval table. Besides large containers of potato salad and coleslaw there were two rotisserie chickens in their plastic boxes. She got serving spoons from the drawer and a knife to cut the chickens.
“I know we usually eat dinner in the dining room,” said Rebecca, “but I thought this might be nice for a change. A little less formal.”
Penny went to get four dinner plates from the cupboard and she put those on the table. She went back to get glasses of water as Jonah brought the silverware. She sat the water glasses down and then stared at the first cooked chicken as Rebecca took the clear cover off of it. Her expression went odd. The chicken was laying there on its back on the black plastic platter, its drumsticks up in the air.
“That reminds me of something,” she said softly, almost without thinking.
Jonah’s eyes widened and he held his breath.
“Oh? What’s that, dear?” asked Rebecca, working on uncovering the second rotisserie chicken. When she had she started to cut both into portions.
Penny abruptly snapped out of it and thought quickly. “Ah… Thanksgiving… only smaller,” she said.
“Of course,” Rebecca said. “Turkey. I see what you mean. Sorry—no stuffing.”
“Of course not,” Penny said with a silly grin and a shrug. “Nobody stuffs a chicken. The potato salad and coleslaw look good. What’s everybody want to drink besides water?”
“I’ll have iced tea,” said Rebecca.
“Me, too,” Robert said.
Jonah started breathing again, but just barely. “Soda?”
“Okay.” Penny went to get the iced tea and when her back was turned to the adults she flashed an apologetic look to Jonah, who was getting the soda out of the refrigerator.
As they both brought the drinks to the table and everyone sat down at their usual seats, Penny glanced around at her dad, then at Rebecca, then at Jonah before finally back at her dad once more. The adults were oddly silent.
“Okay,” said Penny. “So why are we really eating here in the kitchen?”
Robert sighed. Rebecca unfolded her napkin and put it in her lap.
“Well, we thought it might be a better place to talk, since we’re all a little closer together here than in the dining room,” said Rebecca.
Jonah raised an eyebrow, picking up on Penny’s uneasiness. “Talk about what?”
Robert leaned forward. “I got a call from the clerk in the judge’s office late this afternoon, the judge handling the trial. Or I should say, the judge who was handling the trial.”
Penny drew a sharp intake of breath and her brows furrowed. “There’s not going to be a trial…?”
“You’re kidding!” said Jonah in alarm.
“Don’t get excited,” said Robert calmly. “Nobody’s getting away with anything, believe me. But apparently the lawyers representing Travis and the others have worked out a plea bargain with the prosecutor, to avoid a trial and the attendant p
ublicity. They’ll do somewhat less jail time, but they’ll still be out of circulation for a good long while. The good news is that since there won’t be a trial, neither of you kids will have to testify or be cross examined. Defense attorneys in cases like that have a nasty habit of trying to put the victim on trial.”
“Yes,” said Rebecca. “I admit, I have mixed feelings about it, but I think it’s probably for the best.”
Penny still had a haunted look in her eyes. “So… we don’t have to worry about them showing up at school tomorrow?”
“No,” said Robert. “Not at all. Not only were they expelled from that school, permanently, they’re still in jail, and once all the paperwork is signed they’ll be transferred directly to whatever facility the judge decides is best. She assured me that she does not take what they did lightly and will make certain they are not a threat to you or Jonah. I think their families are going to make sure of that, too, for their own reasons.”
Jonah relaxed a bit but frowned as a thought crossed his mind. “How is that going to affect the deal your CEO made with the TV people?”
Robert’s look was less certain now. “That’s a little trickier, since they had agreed to wait until the trial to talk about it on air or try to do any interviews, and now there won’t be a trial. However, the judge has put a gag order on all parties, so that means no interviews with the media. Her office is sending out notifications to the local media, and I’ve already alerted the school principal and the police department just to be on the safe side. I also called our CEO just so he would know what was going on.”
Rebecca opened the two containers of side dishes and put the serving spoons in them, then proceeded to put several pieces of chicken on each dinner plate and pass them to the others. She glanced around at everyone’s faces, concerned about the serious expressions.
“Well, I had hoped that we could eat dinner before getting into that,” she said. “But at least that’s out of the way now. I really think everything is going to be all right, so try not to worry about it. Especially you, Penny.” Rebecca reached out and patted her on the arm. “I was really more worried about the trial and how that might affect you. We don’t have to worry about that now, which is a relief to me.”