Chapter 4
As Jessica came into the kitchen, Mary looked up and frowned.
"You were out all night," Mary said, then held up her hand as a signal that Jessica shouldn't interrupt her. "I know, you're all grown up, and I can't keep tabs on you every moment, but I can't help worrying when you don't come home."
"I'm sorry, Mama," Jessica said, "I should have called. I was with Hillary and Warren, so I was perfectly safe."
"Well, if you spent the night with her, you must not be at each other's throat," Mary said. "You two used to drive me to distraction with your constant squabbling. I thought I'd never get you raised."
"We were competitive, Mama, as most sisters are. We kissed and made up." Jessica suppressed a snicker. Wow, did we kiss and make up, and if you knew some of the things we kissed, you 'd be shocked right out of your pantiesl
"Well, at least you don't have to lie and make up excuses for her any more. What do you think of
Warren?"
"I think he's just what Hillary needs, Mama. He's very good to her, and for her, but he won't let her push him around the way she used to do her boyfriends."
"The way she used to carry on, I was surprised when she brought him home and said that she was going to marry him. I'll be even more surprised if it lasts, she's so defiant and unruly."
"Oh, I think it will last, Mama. Warren has taught her to channel her wildness and turn it into an asset, and she thinks the sun rises and sets in his ass."
"Jessica!" Mary turned around so Jessica wouldn't see her sly smile. "I taught you better."
"Well, it's true, Mama, and I don't how else to say it."
"Do you want breakfast?"
"Thank you, Mama, I ate with Hillary and Warren." I also ate Hillary and sucked Warren off, but I can't tell you. You 'd have a fit if you thought we even talked about sex, let alone try to fuck each other silly.
"Carol Shelton called right after you left yesterday," Mary said. "I feel like your social secretary or something, the way I take messages for you."
In high school and the summer before she went away to college, Jessica baby-sat for Carol Shelton, and they had become fairly good friends. She hoped that Carol didn't think she was available again just because she was home from college. Her kid was a handful, and even if she wanted to babysit-which she definitely didn't-she wouldn't sit for Carol.
"Mama, you've taken two messages for me," Jessica said. "What did Carol want?"
"She invited you over for coffee this morning. In fact, if you don't go right now, you'll be late."
Jessica stood and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Well, then I guess that I'd better go. See you later."
"If you're not going to be here for lunch, call me," Mary said.
"Oh, I'm sure that I'll be back a long time before then," Jessica said confidently. "Carol and I are friends, but not good friends. I'll have a cup of coffee to humor her, then come right back."
Carol answered the door with a big smile and said brightly, "Hi, Jessica. Come in, the coffee just finished brewing." She took Jessica's hand and led her into the kitchen and held a chair for her. "You just sit right down here, and we'll get re-acquainted. Would you like cognac in your coffee?"
"Well, it's a little early, but if that's what you're having, I will too."
Carol poured a dollop of cognac into a cup and filled it with coffee. "At least Jack now buys the good stuff," she said. "The stuff he used to buy would peel the paint off the house. I guess it makes me a snob, but I prefer French cognac. I don't think the Americans know how to make it. Or maybe it's the grapes they use, I don't know." She put the cup in front of Jessica and sat down to her left. 'Taste it, see if I got it the way you like it."
Jessica took a sip of coffee and smacked her lips softly and said, "Just right."
"You must be wondering why I asked you to come over," Carol said.
"I thought maybe you were going to ask me to baby-sit for you again, and I was going to say no."
"You've changed," Carol said. "You never used to be so upfront. I like you better this way. So, tell me, how do you like college?"
"I like it just fine, Carol. It's so much different than high school, different than I expected I guess, but I haven't had any trouble fitting in, and the freedom of being away from home is wonderful."
"Are young people still as wild as they were when I was an unruly coed?"
"I don't know how wild you were," Jessica laughed, "but yeah, some of them are pretty wild. I guess it goes with the territory, of being away from home and out from your parents' thumb the first time."
"I had some really great times in college," Carol said wistfully. "If I could turn back the clock and do it over again, I might do some things different, like maybe not getting married so soon, but I wouldn't change the sex part. I really had some super sex in those days. How about you, do you have a good social life?"
"Do you want to know about my social life, or my sex life?"
Carol refilled their cups with cognac and coffee, and when she sat back down, she put her hand on Jessica's and said, "May I speak plainly, get sort of personal, the way women friends do with each other?"
Hillary got real personal, the way women do with each other, and it led to a wild threesome with her husband. Jessica wondered what Carol meant. Surely, she wasn't going to suggest a threesome with Jack.
"Sure, I think we're good enough friends to speak plainly. Just remember that I'm younger than you, and we probably see things from a different perspective."
"Age doesn't make so much difference once a woman turns eighteen, dear," Carol said. "Males are another matter. We mature so much faster, and some of them never grow up. Tell me something about your sex life. Do you date a lot? Are the guys still as obsessed with nooky as I remember?"
"Guys have been obsessed with nooky for millions of years," Jessica laughed. "I don't know what you mean by a lot, but I date often, as often as I want to. Mostly older men, though. Guys my age are too impatient and rough. I shouldn't generalize or stereotype, but I haven't dated any who weren't."
"Yeah, that's the way I remember them," Carol said, "but all that youthful vigor and stamina have their good points. By older men, do you mean older students?"
"Once in a great while, if I meet one that I really like," Jessica replied, "but mostly professors. "But not the ones who teach classes that I'm taking," she added hastily. "I don't want them to think that I'm putting out to get good grades. I get those anyway."
"That's a good policy. I dated a couple of my professors, but I remember them being pretty staid and stodgy."
Jessica chuckled softly and said, "Times and people change, Carol. Remember, a lot of the professors today are from your generation. One of them that I date certainly isn't staid and stodgy. In fact, he's a real butt nut."
Carol's eyes widened and her pupils dilated slightly. "Do you mean what I think you do?"
"Yeah, he-likes to bang my back door," Jessica said.
"And you let him do that to you?"
"That's his favorite way," Jessica chuckled, "but I don't date him that often, so it doesn't get tiresome." She wondered if Carol had some specific purpose in mind. So far, the conversation seemed to be just drifting, with sex at its center. "It's kind of fun at times, though. You know, a little variety now and then, that sort of thing."
"When I'm feeling real naughty, I use a little vibrator that way, but I'd like to try the real thing, just once, to see what it's like."
"Painful, if you're not ready for it," Jessica said, "especially if the guy's well-hung. Fortunately, my professor isn't, so taking him the first time was no big deal. Is Jack well-hung?"
"About average, based on my past experiences," Carol said.
"If you really want to know what it's like, maybe you ought use a bigger vibrator and break yourself in gradually, then ask Jack to do you that way."
"In a pig's eye," Carol laughed ironically. "If I ask him to, he'll go down on me, but he would never do anything that kinky."
Carol refilled their cups with cognac and coffee, and Jessica noticed that she put more cognac in her own cup this time.
Carol sat back down and was silent a few moments, then said, "Do you remember the last time you baby sat for us, just before you went away to college?"
Jessica grinned. "Oh, yeah," she said, "I don't think I'll forget."
"I acted like a one hundred percent ass that night," Carol said contritely. "I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted," Jessica said. "I didn't let it get to me. You were a little tipsy, and I just figured it was the booze talking."
"Yes, I did have too much to drink that night, but it wasn't the booze talking. I have a funny little quirk that drives Jack bananas. I have to get a little tipsy before I can relax and enjoy sex." Carol took a sip of coffee, and continued, "We got in a fight that night because he hadn't taken me out in over a month, and I went overboard and drank too much champagne. Then I came home and saw you, and I just lost it. Jack's tongue drags the floor when he sees big tits, and mine aren't half as big as yours. You intrigue me. You were so calm when I dared you to prove that your tits are real."
"What else could I do?"
"Well, indignant is one word that comes to mind," Carol laughed.
"I didn't mind showing you my tits."
"Jack saw them, too."
"Yes, but he didn't count, I was showing them to you and he just happened to be there.