Breakfast

"Jack! Breakfast!"

Hair was everywhere and my sense of balance was catastrophic. But groggily, after staring up at the ceiling for an immeasurable while, I managed to get to my feet and head down for breakfast.

I was a pretty average kid when I was younger. Went to school, messed around, wrestled with the the neighbors. Mischievous, wide-eyed, calculating. Yet somehow naive and ignorant. Weren't most kids in middle-class America? I wouldn't quote myself on that, but it didn't feel that far off the money.

My mom was in the kitchen, setting down a pair of plates on the table. Two girls were pushing each other behind her back, and I looked with partial interest to see Mikayla grabbing Amy's hair in another silent scuffle over some new divisive subject. I succeeded in ignoring them; not much good came out of intervening anyway. Mikayla was supposed to be the mature one. Amy was the youngest. We did get along. Sometimes, we simply didn't.

As I took a chair, I sat as a normal middle child of a normal, unassuming family. Ate my bacon. Dabbed my lips. But, like many stories of interest, stories that otherwise would have little value in being told, there were other plans that lurked under the surface. Plans from unseen faces of inconceivable cosmic processes. That day had started out like any other, but inside, it was a ball of gold hiding behind egg shells.

It was the day everything had changed.

But, the kid I was, I would fail to realize it for some time to come. Let alone the first time something should have set off the alarms, which, to be fair, was harmlessly minuscule.

"Here you go, Jack."

With surprise, I saw the glass of milk and cookie at the table and looked up. My mom, in her rich natural curl of brown hair, smiled back and returned to washing the dishes. My teeth bit into the crisp dough without complaint as my eyes glided over to her back. Either Mom was in a good mood or I did something particularly boy scout-ish...

I shrugged. Whatever it was, the sweet taste of a snickerdoodle shouldn't be kept waiting.

crunch!

Jack leaned back, arms folded behind his head. The park in the morning was always pleasant. Chirping birds, city whispers. Few people. Just the morning dew and southbound breeze and he.

Almost, anyway.

His shoe slid across the gravel, one leg hanging out of the door of his car, his eyes wandering to his left. He liked coming here on weekends just to get some fresh air, sometimes. Maybe read a book. Do some last minute homework. Even have a little 'fun'.

Case in point: the 30-something woman in a ponytail currently sitting on the bench by the sidewalk. Looking around, Jack confirmed no one else seemed to be nearby. He checked to see he had all his things and exited the car.

It was probably somewhat counteractive to claim that he found peace in the quietness of parks mid-morning when he was subconsciously on the prowl. The truth was, he couldn't really run away from himself; after all, it was always there. Only the settings, scenarios, and outline changed. The landscape, the vibe, the attire. But never the rules. And that, he was fine with.

As he seated himself on the opposite side, he observed the woman, whose head was drawn to her phone. Under her blouse peeked a pair of creamy breasts. Her skirt was draped over her legs, stopping at her knees. A pattern of birds stretched across the fabric. Jack's eyes lingered over her for a while. She looked like a sensible, calendar-marking woman. Just the kind he liked.

With less than subtlety, Jack scooted closer. Then, before she could react, he inserted one hand under her shirt. He found her warm, bare breast and squeezed it. She turned her face to him with pointedly calm brows.

"Oh, finally," the woman breathed out, chest heaving naturally up and down as she looked up from her phone. "Some action around here." She glanced down at Jack's hand, then back up with a coy draw to her lips. "Though I must admit, sexual frankness from a stranger not even old enough to drink wasn't quite what I had in mind when I chose to sit here," she said articulately, with a lighthearted jab in her tone.

Smiling, Jack offered his spare hand, enjoying the feeling of her breast against his other one. "I'm Jack. Jack Pott."

"Anna Mayfurt."

Her face remained amicable as he mushed his hand underneath her shirt, as he had ensured she would be. "Pretty dull morning, I take it?"

"Much." Humorously, she looked at him from under her eyebrows. "So many things to do, so little time..." Sighing, she sat back, bringing Jack's hand with her. "These days, all I could settle for is usually a morning at the park, sitting in the fresh air." Squish, squish. "Just yesterday, I had more files on my hands than I could bother to count." Squish.

"No time to frig yourself off doesn't help," Jack nodded in dirty thought, giving her breast a playful set of squeezes as he witted.

Anna laughed, elbowing Jack's side. "Blunt, aren't you?" Then, after a quick pause, leaving just the quiet rustle of Jack's hand underneath the fabric of her shirt to occupy the air, "Actually, I find you very endearing. Usually I'm not this forward, but would you like to get some breakfast with me?"

"Sure," Jack confirmed.

"Right now?" she blinked.

"Yeah." He was fine with it. The idea was hers, after all.

The woman seemed pleased with his answer. Hands against the wood, Anna sat herself up. But instead of stopping there, she lifted up her flowing skirt and spread her legs. "On the house," she winked, pulling apart her cunt lips with her fingers. She placed her two feet against the bench, presenting her naked clit for Jack to take as he wished. Neither questioned the lack of panties across her hips, though one knew who was responsible.

Obliging, Jack withdrew his hand and got on his feet, lowering his head until his eyes were level with her neatly trimmed cunt. He sniffed, and took in a fair, natural scent of a live woman with plenty of well-groomed sensuality to reap -- along with a side of pine trees. Promptly, he began eating her out in public. Anna moaned and bit a lip at the mercy of his tongue.

"Kind of odd, to make a sexual proposition out of the blue, here for all to see, don't you think?" Jack raised his mouth from the center of her body to say before his tongue went back to flinging her snatch. From above, he could see Anna tilt her head pleasurably behind closed eyes.

"Well, maybe I'm just kind of odd." She managed tersely.

"Maybe."

"Besides," she gave a verbal wave of the hand, "there's no one here."

Jack only raised a knowing brow. A creak drew Anna's attention away before she could reply.

"Hi there," followed a rosy voice soon after. The pair glanced sideways. A woman with her hair in a bun sat at the other side, and was clad in running clothes, complete with black tights and Nike footwear. Her skin was cocoa-colored, and she looked at the intimately involved pair with observant eyes. Finally, looking at Anna, her skirt flipped over her waist, she bobbed her chin, "That young man's eating your pussy, isn't he?"

Anna eyed her and smiled with a curt nod. "Yes, that he is."

The woman crossed a leg. She went down to tighten her shoelaces. Finally, she revealed, "I'm so jealous." Her head cocked as she turned back to Anna. "Hey, how about if I go at it? After all, I'm a woman. I'm sure I'll know how to pleasure my own kind better than your friend over here." Her eyes quickly slid to the teen's preoccupied head. "No offense."

Lifting his head up, Jack wiped his lips dry. He moved backward. "None taken."

The two exchanged places and the dark-skinned woman revealed her name to be Sandra. As she went down on Anna, Jack could see the sparkle in her eyes.

"This is such a great moment to start off my day with," the woman said, barely able to contain herself. She inhaled, taking in the scent of Anna's pussy. Then she breathed out, shook her head, and slapped her hands against Anna's thighs, rubbing them up and down across their length. "Mm-mmm!" the black woman serenaded indulgently. "Your pussy just smells fantastic, girl!"

"Thanks." Anna smiled. Apparently, a little compliment went a long way.

"No, please," her new friend assured. "The honor is mine."

And pleasure, she'd thought silently to herself. Jack picked up on it. Non-judgementally of course.

And with no further ado, the non-lesbians began engaging in a one-way sex act in the free, open air of publicly owned property. Sandra dived in between the woman's thighs, tonguing her new acquaintance's pussy with unprecedented enthusiasm. She had never performed cunnilingus in her life. This was definitely going to be a treasured experience for her later in life. And a learning one as well.

Jack, on the other hand, couldn't blame her reaction. After all, he'd decided that from now on, no one would be able to resist Anna's pussy. She'd probably receive a hundred inquiries in one day, depending on where she went. She could be in her cubicle, when the secretary decides to finally ask what she got hiding underneath that skirt. She could be finishing up a meeting with a competing organization when they, both of her company and the opposition, line up to take turns licking her off. She could be ordering a salad when the police officer behind her in line decides to show some obligation to civil service.

The boy adjusted his collar, a touch of theater in the gesture. His work here was finished for now.

As Jack returned to his car, he decided she could thank him later. After all, from a quick mental gleaning he learned when she would be coming to the park throughout the week. Maybe he could drop by, and by fated meeting, have another valuable chat.

Vrrr, started the engine.

The cellphone rang, and he picked it up. After reading the name on the screen he responded, "What's up Amy. What? Sorry, right now?" With classic teenage disdain, Jack grumbled an affirmative response to his younger sister then hung up, setting the phone back into central pocket of the car. Apparently, their mom needed ingredients for a new cake she was trying to make, so he had to drop by the nearest store to pick them up. After some thought, he realized that wasn't too bad of an idea. He checked the time. There was a movie outing (or something; usually, whatever fit the bill at that time ended up overriding the plan) planned in a few hours. Gertrude, Lily, Charlie, maybe even Damien. This could be an extra way to help kill time.

The teen looked up and tapped his chin, when he suddenly noticed Anna and Sandra at the bench, still going at it. Anna's thighs clenched around Sandra's head as she succumbed to a mid-public spasm. A few people passing by said nothing. One jogger stopped to strike up a conversation with Sandra. Another walked past with a lingering stare directed to a certain part of a certain splayed body.

All because he wanted them to.

After a quiet lull, Jack shrugged, started the car, and headed for the store.