Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

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~*~ Jason\'s POV ~*~

What have I gotten myself into?

I kept thinking that all night. It wasn\'t the first thing on my mind; but the question would rear its ugly head whenever I started to drift off to sleep. It\'d wake me right back up and I\'d be stuck thinking about why I\'d been stupid enough to put a sheet between Savvy and me. Either way I felt like a complete and total idiot. She loved me? No, she had to have just said that… because she didn\'t understand casual sex. That was going to be a fun conversation.

Eventually I must have fallen asleep, because sunlight filtering through Savvy’s window woke me up. I crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb her. I wasn\'t ready for the awkwardness that would happen once she woke up. I walked quietly out into the hall and down to my room to get dressed.

While I pulled some clothes on I tried to think. Maybe I should call up Mrs. Haisley and ask when her next party was. Or maybe I should just bring Savannah over there and let Jack fuck her. Showing her I didn\'t care if she had sex with other people -- now that I had her virginity -- maybe that would knock it into her that I didn\'t want our friendship to evolve anything more than benefits. I\'d be more apt to actually study once in a while if she didn\'t go back to her dorm after our \'study sessions\' were done. Normally I paid no attention and let Mike and Savvy quiz each other.

I made a big omelet and cut it in two, leaving half for Savannah. Sighing, I sat down at the kitchen counter and ate in silence. When she finally came in I didn\'t look up until she was getting ice for her drink. Her back was to me. I let myself look at her for a minute. She\'d put on a gold-and-black knee-length kimono from the clean laundry and tied it tightly around her waist. The design was a black Chinese dragon on a gold background… it outlined her curves well.

She turned around and met my eyes. I stared silently at her, fork poised just above my plate. We were both waiting to see who would look away first. To my surprise, it was me.

I couldn\'t look at her eyes. She was so happy. \"On the stove, that\'s for you,\" I murmured, chasing a pepper around the edge of my plate. \"It should still be warm,\" I told her.

Quietly, she walked up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders. \"Thank you,\" she said, her lips brushing the back of my neck. I gripped my fork to stop myself from shuddering. I was not going to feel guilty about using her. If she was naïve enough to believe that last night was anything more than sex, than that was her own fault. She stepped back from me and walked over to the stove.

\"Are you sore?\" I asked, swallowing a bite of egg.

Her fork clanked against her plate as she scooped the omelet up. \"A little,\" she admitted.

I bit back an I\'m sorry because I wasn\'t. I… I wasn\'t. Any many could\'ve taken her virginity and she\'d be sore. Any man could\'ve slept with her for the first time and she\'d have bled. It wasn\'t my fault. At least, that\'s what I told myself. \"Would you like to meet some of my friends?\" I asked, after she\'d sat down at the counter. Mike and I really needed to get a table instead of shoving stools up along the counter.

\"Friends like Cheryl?\" she asked. I glanced up at her. She sprinkled pepper over her omelet and kept her eyes down.

I couldn\'t really read her tone. \"Friends like Cherry,\" I said after a second. Why lie?

\"Why do I need lingerie to go to the Haisley\'s?\" she asked, cutting into her omelet. I stared at her. \"Cheryl said I had to get used to … public displays of affection… if you expected to take me to the Haisleys,\" she said. She took a bite of egg and washed it down with some water.

I ran my hand through my hair and tugged on the collar of my t-shirt. \"Ahh…\" I hadn\'t expected her to confront me about this. Cherry did a lot of things to her, I didn\'t think she was paying attention to the conversation. \"Well,\" I said, shifting in my seat. \"The Haisleys… throw… non-conventional parties,\" I said, watching her closely to see her reaction.

She twisted a lock of her hair around her finger. She\'d put it back up in a ponytail. \"You mean orgies?\" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I stared at her for a second and then took a long swig of my milk, with every swallow wishing it was beer. \"Jason, I\'m eighteen, not eight,\" Savvy said, sighing. \"I know what orgies are.\" She took a few more bites of her omelet and I refilled my tall, wide milk glass with hot coffee. \"So, are they orgies?\" Savannah asked when I sat back down. I twitched and drank some of my coffee. \"Would you prefer if I called them sex parties, then?\" she asked.

The phone rang before I could even open my mouth. I pushed back from the counter and took it in the living room. \"Hello?\"

\"Jason? It\'s Jack Haisley!\"

How convenient, I thought. I glanced over my shoulder. Savvy was leaning against the doorway, watching me closely. I might as well have put Jack on speakerphone. \"Hey Jack,\" I said, scratching my neck. Mrs. Haisley was always the one to call. Jack must really want something. \"Something up? Mrs. Haisley isn\'t hurt, is she?\" Come to think of it, that was the first time I\'d ever heard Jack\'s voice over the phone. He sounded weird.

He laughed. \"Aw come on,\" he said. \"There\'s nothing wrong! Just a guy calling another guy to talk.\"

I stared at the receiver for a minute. \"You killed her, didn\'t you?\" I finally asked. He made a little choking noise and my chest seized up. Mrs. Haisley was thirty-five to Jack\'s twenty. Needless to say, she was the more responsible of the two. \"I\'m not helping you hide the body, Jack. Now what\'s up, really?\" I asked. There had to be something. Jack told me once that his wife didn\'t let him answer the phone anymore because when they were dating he\'d once given a thousand dollars to telemarketers, so it was remarkable that he was able to make a call.

\"My nephew works at the pharmacy,\" Jack said.

I rolled my eyes. \"That explains it.\"

\"Come on!\" he moaned. \"Bring her over for lunch, the missus is making barbeque!\"

\"I thought you made the barbeque,\" I said, giving the phone another suspicious look. Savvy wandered up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. I didn\'t try and stop her. It felt nice. She kissed the back of my neck as Jack mumbled something into the phone. \"Sorry,\" I said, patting Savvy\'s hand. \"What was that?\"

He cleared his throat and said a little louder: \"She won\'t let me anymore.\"

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was a damn good thing Jack had somebody to take care of him, because if he didn\'t he\'d put a lot of people in danger. And probably be a prison bitch. But knowing Jack, he\'d be the best damned prison bitch he could be. \"What did you do now, Jack?\"

\"Jack?\" I heard someone yell in the background. Jack made a choking noise. \"Who are you talking to? It had better not be anyone asking for money!\" Mrs. Haisley yelled. I winced. She could be a scary woman when she wanted to.

\"I gotta go, Jason,\" Jack mumbled. \"Come over for lunch. If you come she has to let me eat,\" he begged.

\"Fine,\" I said, rolling my eyes. \"We\'ll be there at twelve-thirty,\" I said. I hung up and sighed. Savvy leaned heavily on my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. She really knew how to get me to talk. \"That was Jack Haisley.\"

She was suddenly on guard. I should\'ve expected her first question, but it really caught me off guard. \"Are we going to an orgy?\" she asked, stroking my arm. There was the promise that she\'d dig her nails into my flesh if I handled the answer incorrectly. I delicately took her hand off me and turned around.

I put my hands on her lower back and tried not to wonder if she was wearing underwear beneath the kimono. \"Do you count foursomes as orgies?\" I asked. It took some willpower to keep my eyes on her face.

\"You need at least five people for an orgy,\" Savannah said, in a really condescending tone. I gave her a look and she sighed heavily. \"Everyone knows that,\" she said, raking her fingers through my hair again. \"Because people can get away with saying threesomes and foursomes, but \'fivesome\' and anything higher just sounds stupid,\" she explained. \"Can you imagine saying \'dozensome\' or \'twentysome\'?\" She started to unbutton my shirt and I whacked her fingers away. I wasn\'t done with my coffee yet.

I went into the kitchen and was drinking when Savvy walked in. She\'d untied her kimono and was letting it hang open enough to let me see the sides of her breasts… and that she hadn\'t bothered to put panties on when she woke up. \"Oh, so now you pay attention to me?\" she asked. She walked over to me and put her hands on my thigh. \"The blood is still on the carpet. Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?\" she asked.

It was a disappointing turn to the conversation. I pointed at the sink. \"The soap is in that bottle.\"

\"That\'s dishwashing soap, Jason.\"

\"It\'s soap.\"

She was silent for a minute. \"You filled the bottles in the bathroom with that stuff, didn\'t you?\" she finally asked. I stared at her and hoped she\'d think I wasn\'t that lazy. \"I knew we should\'ve bought shampoo,\" she said, sighing.

\"I\'m not that bad,\" I said, though the \'shampoo\' bottle in the bathroom was filled with dishwashing soap.

She walked up to me and hugged me, hard. It was awkward and nice at the same time. \"It\'s a quirk. One of the many reasons I love you,\" she said softly, her face buried in my shoulder.

My throat closed up for a second while I stroked her back. \"I… I love you too, Savvy,\" I mumbled, my face burning. What the fucking hell was I doing? Sooner or later I was going to have to tell her we were just friends, wasn\'t I? I watched her grab the soap and a washcloth and go into the living room, my heart sinking the entire time. For a few minutes I just stared at my plate. When I told her… she was going to freak. She might not want to be around me anymore. And I didn\'t want that. I closed my eyes. It was the sex. She was a convenient fuck, that was why I didn\'t want her to go away. Yeah, that was it. She was a convenient fuck, and a damn good one too.

No one had ever let me have their virginity before.

\"Jason,\" she murmured. \"I need to take a shower before we leave…\" she stepped away from me and walked out of the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder as she did. \"You coming?\" she called from the stairwell.

She was just a fuck. \"Ready if you are,\" I yelled. I started to unbutton my shirt and followed her to the bathroom.

~*~

The door to the Haisleys\' was open, and I walked right in. Savvy hesitated but followed me. She\'d been a little surprised that I kept my t-shirt and jeans on, and dressed herself in a nice little maroon shirt and a khaki skirt. \"Jack?\" I called. \"Mrs. Haisley? We\'re here!\" I\'d already told Savannah that Mrs. Haisley preferred to be called, well, Mrs. Haisley.

\"Goddamnit, she\'s cute,\" Jack said. I heard a slapping noise behind me and when I turned around Savvy\'s face was beet red. Jack was shirtless, donned in hideous orange shorts with a blue palm tree print on one leg. He was also cupping Savvy\'s ass in his hand. \"What\'s your name again?\" Jack asked. Savannah just gaped at him and he smirked. \"Cat got your tongue, cutie?\" he asked. He grabbed her chin and forced his mouth against hers. I stood very still, telling myself that watching Jack slide his hand under Savannah\'s shirt was hot. And I wasn\'t jealous at all. \"Mmm, no, tongue\'s there alright,\" Jack murmured, nuzzling Savvy\'s neck.

She looked a little dazed. \"Um… hi?\"

\"Jack, let her go. She\'s a little sore,\" I said, smiling. Savvy, maybe subconsciously, had pushed up against Jack and he kept nuzzling her and I could hear him purring. He had red hair and a smattering of freckles across his face. For an Irish guy he didn\'t burn very easily. Maybe it was because his wife slathered him in suntan lotion every morning. Or, that was the theory Mike and I had come up with anyway.

\"Haisley…is that Irish?\" Savvy asked. She pushed Jack\'s hands off her and walked over to me, sliding her arms around my waist. I smirked at Jack over her head. He was pouting.

Jack is about five five, and skinny as a rail despite how much he eats. \"Uh…no,\" he said, grinning sheepishly. \"It was O\'Conner, but I changed it to the woman\'s name when I got married.\"

\"The woman? Is that what I am now?\" Mrs. Haisley asked. I grinned at her. She had on a black leather halter top and miniskirt. She put her hands on her hips and smiled at me. Despite being overweight, Mrs. Haisley could be damned sexy when she was feeling up to it. I\'d seen her sick, in gray sweats, and it wasn\'t a pretty sight. \"Hey Jason. Is this the new girlfriend? Mick told us he saw you yesterday at the pharmacy.\"

\"I gotta ask,\" I said. \"Jack, how do you have a nephew the same age as you?\"

Mrs. Haisley laughed. She\'d cut her hair in a Peter-Pan style and dyed it a vibrant red, brighter even than Jack\'s. \"Actually, he\'s mine. My sister\'s a whole ten years older than me,\" she said. \"But enough of that. Jason, can you be a sweetheart and light the grill for me?\"

I glanced at Jack, who smiled sheepishly again and rubbed his neck. \"I tried to use her silver cowgirl lighter on the charcoal last time…\" he said. I winced. She always liked to show that off, it was a gift from her father. \"And she caught me.\"

\"We have a grill to be lit, ladies, so hop to it!\" Mrs. Haisley barked. I pecked Savvy\'s cheek and slipped out to the back porch. I\'d asked Jack if he thought he was whipped once, and he said with a smirk: Only when I ask for it! The Haisleys were hands down my favorite couple to hang out with. I hoped Savvy liked them. But maybe not Jack, not too much.

The instant the grill was lit, Mrs. Haisley was at my side with a platter of hotdogs and hamburgers and steaks. \"Your friend is cute,\" she said, smiling at me. She\'d put a frilly pink lace apron on over her leather getup, and the sight was definitely something to see. \"Jack seems to like her,\" Mrs. Haisley said. \"You think she\'s … up to something later?\" she asked, setting the platter down on the grill\'s counter.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if Savvy had followed us out. \"She\'s…sore,\" I said.

\"Cherry told us what happened in the store,\" she said.

\"Cherry has a big mouth,\" I snapped. Mrs. Haisley raised an eyebrow at me and put her hands on her hips. \"Sorry,\" I said, running my hand through my hair. \"I thought… I should\'ve asked Cherry not to say anything.\"

\"Normally you love this kind of gossip,\" Mrs. Haisley said. \"Especially when it\'s in praise of one of your girls.\"

\"Savannah isn\'t like my other girls,\" I said, gritting my teeth. \"She wouldn\'t want people knowing about that.\"

\"I don\'t believe those words just came out of your mouth,\" Mrs. Haisley said. I winced and stepped back. She grabbed my face and we met eyes. I noted she had purple contacts in. I have no idea what color her eyes actually are. We started at each other for a minute until she turned to the grill and took the meat off the platter. \"I never thought I\'d see the day, Jason,\" she said. \"But fuck damn it, you\'re in love.\"

\"I don\'t love her,\" I snapped. \"She\'s just a friend.\"

\"You just said she wasn\'t like your other girls… but she is one of your girls,\" Mrs. Haisley countered. \"A special one.\"

\"She is not.\"

\"You\'ve never had a special girl before,\" she said. \"How old is she, anyway?\"

\"She\'s eighteen and she is not one of my girls!\" I said, glaring up at the sky. It was clouded over, not a patch of blue or a ray of sunlight poking through. It was definitely going to snow soon. Hopefully Savvy and I could get back to the cabin while the roads were still clear. Getting stranded at the Haisleys\' wasn\'t something I had planned on.

Mrs. Haisley whistled lowly. \"Eighteen? You\'re really robbing the cradle, Jason. What color are her eyes?\"

I grunted and bit down on my tongue. I wasn\'t going to let her get to me. \"Brown, and she\'s not my girlfriend.\"

\"But Cherry was, right?\" Mrs. Haisley mocked. \"What color are her eyes, Jason?\"

For a minute I just stared at her, and then looked down at my feet. \"I have no idea,\" I admitted. \"But there is nothing between Savvy and me. She might think so… but I\'m going to set her straight. Soon,\" I murmured, scratching my neck. It wasn\'t exactly a conversation I was looking forward to.

\"So you wouldn\'t mind it if I let Jack fuck her brains out,\" she said. I flinched. Mrs. Haisley grinned. She dipped her hand beneath my waist and gave my ass a pinch. \"You wouldn\'t mind watching him plunge his cock into her sweet little pussy, would you? Or hearing her scream out his name instead of yours?\" Her fingers brushed the back of my neck and I stared hard at the grill, determined not to let her get to me again. She rubbed her breasts up against my back and lifted my shirt up to stroke my stomach. \"You wouldn\'t mind it if he spent the night in her bed while you lay alone? You wouldn\'t care if you heard her moaning through the wall, Jack, Jack, oh don\'t stop, don\'t stop!\"

I reached out to grab the spatula and she slapped my hand. I fully intended to slap her with it. \"Down, boy,\" she said. \"This is my baby. Not that crappy thing Jack had… this is top of the line, state of the art… shiny,\" she said, smirking. And it was shiny. She flipped the burgers and gently turned the hotdogs over. \"Now come on, you\'d be angry if you saw that girl wanted someone else but you.\"

\"Mrs. Haisley, please. Savannah… Savvy is just a friend--\"

She put her mouth next to my ear. She was pretty good at doing voices, and right then she did Jack\'s, perfectly. \"Ooh Savvy, your pussy\'s so tight and wet. What\'s that? You want more? How \'bout I fuck you up the ass again, hmm?\"

I spun around and pushed her. She\'s only five six, and she doesn\'t look strong. But appearances lie. She grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back, holding my hand just over the hot metal bars of the grill. \"No one touches me, Jason, unless I want to be touched. Now go inside and fix yourself and your lover a smoothie. There\'s ice cream in the freezer.\" She patted my head and shoved me away. I ground my teeth and sulked back inside. I was not in love with Savvy. And damn it if the girl wanted to sleep with Jack, let her. She could make a film for all I cared.

She practically tackled me when I walked through the door. \"This is just a lunch, right?\" she asked softly, wrapping her arms around my torso. I didn\'t answer right away, enjoying myself when her grip grew tighter and she pressed her whole body up against me, from head to toe. \"Jason…\" she said, giving me a harried look.

\"Just lunch?\" Jack asked. He had a bottle of chocolate sauce in his hand and was perched on the counter next to the blender. He had a little bit smeared on his cheek. And Savvy had some on her lips. I slowly slid my hands down her back and took a deep breath. I wasn\'t going to get angry. \"Lunch is no fun. What about dessert?\"

I cupped Savvy\'s ass in my hands, and she snuggled up against me. \"Are you supposed to be using the blender?\" I asked Jack.

He looked at the bottle of chocolate syrup and back at me. \"No,\" he admitted. \"Make me a milkshake before Kit comes in?\" Kit was Mrs. Haisley\'s first name, and Jack was one of the few people who used it. \"I didn\'t do anything, really. She just decided it was better not to let me use anything with a plug.\"

\"She still lets you use the vibrators, doesn\'t she?\" I asked. I let go of Savvy and walked over to the counter, where Jack had a carton of ice cream melting. I was scooping the fudge mess into the blender when I realized Jack hadn\'t answered my questions. \"Oh Jack, what the hell did you do?\" I asked, securely shoving the blender lid down. It normally wasn\'t this bad. I mean, there was the phone, and I understood the grill, but all this?

\"She doesn\'t let me do anything anymore,\" Jack complained. \"I say no to playing a month-long game of \'master-slave\' and she cuts off all my privileges. It was November,\" he lamented. Last month, in other words. \"What was I supposed to do, go to my parent\'s for Thanksgiving all the time knowing she was going to tie me to the bed that night? I couldn\'t greet my mom with a hard on!\" He ran his hands through his hair and nervously crossed his legs.

The blender raged for a minute before I turned it off. \"Jack… cut off all your privileges?\"

\"I haven\'t had sex in over a month,\" he groaned. \"We had a post-Thanksgiving party and she even printed on the invitations that I was under a strict Look, Don\'t Touch policy!\"

Savvy wandered over, her hands stuck in her pockets. \"Seems like you need to apologize,\" she murmured.

Jack\'s face colored. \"I didn\'t do anything wrong,\" he said.

\"Yeah… and your wife can have as much sex as she wants while you hand out drinks,\" Savvy said, leaning against me. I laughed. \"How long do you think she can go without you? I mean, she probably has no end of handsome young men begging for her favors,\" she murmured. Jack looked down at his feet while I poured the milkshake into three glasses. Savannah did make a point. \"And just cause she says so, you won\'t even use the blender.\"

Jack got a very thoughtful look on his face. And Mrs. Haisley walked through the door. \"Any milkshake left for me?\" she asked, smiling. Jack slipped off the counter and stalked over to her. \"\'Scuse us,\" he said, dragging his wife behind him out to the backyard.

\"They\'re gonna have a quickie, aren\'t they?\" Savvy asked after a second.

A loud, high-pitched, distinctly feminine scream interrupted my answer.

Savannah and I looked at each other, and she grinned. \"Wanna bet that was Jack?\" she asked. I laughed and kissed her, my tongue sliding over her lips before prying open her mouth. I hated seeing her lips smeared with chocolate I didn\'t put there. But fuck it I was not jealous. I slid my hands under her shirt and placed my hands on her lower back. Savvy stretched her arms to rest her hands in my hair. After a minute I lifted her up and set her down on the counter. She didn\'t fight when I undid her hair, or when I put my hands on her knees and inched them up, under the hemline of her skirt. Skirts are wonderful, aren\'t they?

A few passionate minutes went by… and then… \"Jason and Savvy sittin\' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!\" Jack and Mrs. Haisley sang. I unlocked my lips from Savannah\'s and closed my eyes. They were really testing me. \"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!\" The couple erupted in giggles and Savvy buried her face in my chest and dug her fingers into my shoulders. I squirmed out of her grip and turned around. Jack smirked at me and kept humming the tune to the stupid song.

I clenched my fist and started to step forward, but Savvy leapt off the counter and grabbed my wrist. I glanced back at her and sighed. \"Let\'s just eat,\" I murmured, ignoring Mrs. Haisley\'s smirk.

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