Chapter 2

They were in his battered Dodge pickup, which sat atop oversized tires at the back of the Dunkin Donuts parking lot. His name was Jimmy and his main attribute was being nineteen. Jennalee also thought he resembled Bradley Cooper, which enhanced the pleasure she took in bringing him along. She liked to watch boys at this most vulnerable time, lost to primal urges, and she stroked until he bit his lip and spurted onto his belly.

“Why won’t you let me fuck you?” he asked as he mopped up with a paper napkin.

Jennalee sipped a Coke and watched his deflating penis. When Jimmy began to tuck himself back into his jeans, she stopped him. “Leave it out.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m not done. Let’s go.”

Jimmy hesitated before turning the key, craning to see who might notice him in such display.

“It’s not like anybody can see,” Jennalee said. “I mean, they’d have to stand on their roof.”

Jimmy started the truck and Jennalee directed him out of town onto Highway 16, which led to the Inn and set Jimmy fidgeting. He appeared greatly relieved when Jennalee diverted him onto Briggs Road, which climbed a long hill and outran its paving on a bluff overlooking the Preece’s resort.

“Ever been up here?” Jennalee asked and Jimmy shook his head. “God, where do you go?”

“What do you mean?”

“To do it. Where do you go to do it?”

“Are we going to do it?”

“Maybe. Pull in over there.”

Jimmy did as instructed and parked near a sprawling oak. “I’ve got a blanket in back,” he said.

Jennalee laughed. “Forget it.” She was out of the truck and Jimmy, whose erection had risen anew on the drive, now suffered his first moments of constraint, searching for some sort of cover. Then Jennalee was at the bluff’s edge and had her T-shirt off, fingering the nipples of her small breasts, the sight of which erased any caution on Jimmy’s part. He sprang from the truck, member in the lead, and barreled to her, dropping down to suck her offering.

Jennalee kept her eyes on the Malvern Gardens Inn as the boy fed, considering her father and the awful banishment, considering also whether to let Jimmy in for the ultimate. She pictured him going at her from behind like some mutt because she knew he’d do it however she wanted and that would be what she wanted, but she decided against it, pulled him to his feet, kneeled, and took him into her mouth where he came almost instantly. As she swallowed his hot salty ejaculate, Howard Li came to mind, but she worked the recollection aside, visualizing instead her father’s surprise should he discover her at this particular activity.

It always amazed her that no Malvern boy ever asked after her needs, Jimmy no exception as he zipped up and smiled. Howard had been attentive that way, exploring with her, sharing a mutual pleasure that nearly managed a simultaneous climax before Gerald Preece learned of the relationship, which sealed his decision to leave San Francisco. In Malvern, Jennalee had found boys just as willing—maybe more so, they had a country desperation—but nearly oblivious to anything beyond their own rapid satisfaction. While she enjoyed taking them in a variety of ways, enjoyed them more than anticipated, she never once was asked, “What about you?” It was this that gave her the control she’d come to crave, and she likened herself to a queen of sorts with little erect pets to fondle, discovering an unlimited supply as she quickly gained a reputation at school as the San Francisco Slut.

As she slipped on her T-shirt, Jimmy leaned in to kiss her. “You’re so good,” he said.

“Let’s go.”

“Can I see you again?” he asked later, when he dropped her at the roadside near the Inn’s driveway.

“Sure,” she said. “Call me.”

She wandered up the long drive, annoyed with her morning. It was already hot—cool breezes never got this far inland—and the elastic of her panties had begun to pinch. She stopped and, without looking around, reached up under her tiny skirt and pulled them off. A warm wave swept against her genitals. It was better than braless and she’d been doing that for ages. She decided the issue then and there—no more panties,—and left the pink bikini pair on a tree branch as her personal greeting for the horde due that afternoon.

“Where were you?” Gerald demanded as she sauntered to the lobby desk. He was still at his computer, calculating the projected long weekend take. “You need to help your mother with the chairs.”

Jennalee said nothing. She lifted one boot onto a small table and suddenly wished she’d let in Jimmy what’s-his-name. She arched back with the idea as her father once again issued a print command. “So when are all these people getting here?” she asked. When her father didn’t respond, she prompted, “Dad!”

“Hm? What?” He was caught up in a sizeable figure that seemed even more substantial in hard copy.