Chapter 7: Riding Off the Rails

Jake grinned as Easton slipped his hold on the pool cue right when he moved to make his shot. The cocky college basketball star had lost focus when Abigail leaned over the pool table to check his alignment. Wearing a tight, unbuttoned polo shirt, the position caused her large breasts to swell against the table edge, creating an even more cavernous valley to distract the struggling team.

Well aware that nearly all eyes in Gabby’s were on her, Abby stretched her curvy body before tucking a few strands of golden blonde hair over her ear. Ten feet behind the busty coed, one of the trio of young professionals elbowed his friend’s side while nodding at the oldest LeClaire daughter’s wiggling tush.

“Naughty, naughty!” Zoe tsked, showing she still didn't care about making a scene.

That late twentysomething attempted to play off being busted by acting cool, but Cheyanne waited until her partner knocked in the 12-ball before replying.

“Take a picture next time. It will last longer,” the milk chocolate brunette told the perving young man.

“Ooh! That’s a lovely idea,” Zoe exclaimed in a chipper tone. Picking up her phone, the quirky coed snapped off a picture with the flash on, causing Abigail to miss her next shot.

“Zoe!”

"Cheyanne gave me permission," the spacey Foster girl defended, placing her free hand on the peasant skirt she wore. It matched the short-sleeved blouse that the peculiar woman had on.

Chuckling, Jake took a moment to wonder if Zoe might be even stranger than her younger sister, Zaina. Having known the quirky artist with a propensity for dying her hair odd colors since kindergarten, the stocky teen shook his head.

Nah, Zaina still holds the title for weirdest in that family, even if Zoe makes it close.

“Uh-oh, the table is getting kinda sparse for the stripper side…Oops, I meant striped-side, Cameron. So you better not ****,” Cheyanne warned as Easton's less-competent friend took his turn.

Now, Jake bit his lip as the teasing brunette pulled out several moves to ensure that the benchwarmer had zero chance of hitting a ball in. Cheyanne had already been stroking her hands up and down the pool cue before speaking. But, when she finished with the **** comment, the cruel young woman opened her mouth to mimic taking the stick’s tip inside her mouth.

“Hey, watch it, Cudahy! Or your parents will be hearing about that!” Gabby called over, shaking his head as Cameron’s cue missed the solid 4-ball entirely, causing the end to scrape the top of the table forcefully. “Felt replacement ain’t cheap, missy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Gibson,” Cheyanne responded, flashing a smirk at Jake before running the rest of the table.

"Dammit!" Easton grumbled, glaring at his childhood friend after the 8-ball slammed into the corner pocket. “We had that in the bag.”

"Really? It seemed like the obvious conclusion," the buxom brunette replied smugly.

"Whatever, you got lucky. I need another drink!" Easton declared.

“Ahem! Don’t you owe us each one?” Abigail hinted.

“Damn big tits,” Easton mumbled, walking over to the bar. He did pause to slap the back of his hand lightly across Cameron’s chest. “Get your head in the game. I’ve wanted one of those two for years.”

Jake chuckled before taking a sip of his Shirley Temple. He knew precisely how the arrogant basketball player felt. Even without his crush, Abby, Jake had been attracted to most of his sister’s friends since he first started liking girls. Brigid might be the flirtiest, but Cheyanne wasn’t far behind the seductive redhead. With her and Kari working summers at his dad’s bar, they often appeared in Jake’s fantasies the most during those months.

“How’s the kiddie drink?” Cheyanne inquired, her eyes dancing mischievously.

“It’s good,” the teen replied.

“Good? I love them!” Zoe announced, bouncing over toward the teen. Without asking, she took a sip before declaring something to be wrong.

“You like the dirty kind that has actual **** in it,” Abby reminded.

“Oh, right!” Zoe agreed. Then, she offered to pour some of her vodka into his drink.

“No, I’m good,” Jake said, not wanting to upset Gabby.

A Shirley Temple was the only drink that Gabby allowed him to have in case any cops stopped in. The bar owner had declared water out, as it could be taken for vodka or gin, which the girls already drank. Jake didn’t want to push his luck. The football legend shouldn’t even allow him to stick around, but after watching the current player’s interaction with the newly arrived young women, he’d given the kid a break. Besides, knowing Jake and his friend, he might eventually get a good story or two out of them.

“What's so funny?” the saucy brunette challenged, defensively.

“Is Libby’s little brother mocking you?” Jake’s crush inquired, flashing a teasing smirk.

Waving off Abby’s remark, Jake addressed Cheyanne. “Oh, nothing. Just remembering the first time I taught you how to play pool.”

“Aren’t you adorable!” the summer waitress at Magnum’s squealed, placing her hand on the front of her low-cut top. Flashing a nostalgic grin, she added, “Abbs, Jake thinks he was my first. Isn’t that so innocent and naive?”

“Boys. They sure jump to that conclusion in a hurry. I guess that means you faked it incredibly well.”

“I missed my calling as an actress. The struggle to take his….advice…must have been very convincing,” Cheyanne added, furthering the double-entendre.

Choosing the wrong time to cover his blushing face with a sip, Jake spat some of his drink onto the floor.

“I guess he doesn’t swallow, girl,” Abby cracked, slapping her close friend’s ass.

“You both work at a bar, you know what to do,” Gabby yelled, waving a white towel before balling it up to throw towards them.

Blushing, Jake tried to think of a good comeback, but the sight of what their giggling did to those bouncing bosoms caused his mind to go blank. Later, he’d kick himself for not telling them to ask Elexis about her struggles taking him on the other week. Learning that he’d had a romp with Lexi, Cheyanne’s co-worker, might impress his sister’s two teasing friends.

“Jake popped your cherry? But I thought Stewie did?” Zoe asked, bewildered by the conversation. “Wait, that meant Jake was thirteen when he–”

“Ohmigawd, Foster! I was just fucking with Jakey,” Cheyanne explained, kneeling before the teen to wipe up his spilled drink. “Although this position and that bulge give me ideas.”

“Let’s see what he’s made of. The four of us, one-on-one for tonight’s championship,” Abby suggested, gesturing to the three young coeds and Jake.

“Whoa! What about us?” Easton questioned, suddenly seeing his chances of a successful night dwindling.

“You lose, and you lose,” Cheyanne stated over her shoulder.

“We haven’t lost yet. I guarantee we’re better than the kid,” the apparent leader of the young professionals vowed.

“Honey, you’re not even in this game or his league,” Abby proclaimed, causing Jake’s heartbeat to quicken.

“Sorry, no invitations for you! Bye-bye!” Zoe announced, waving bye to the men who were still watching. “Buh-bye!”

The three confident young professionals eventually got the hint and walked away. Gabby didn’t care for their leaving his establishment entirely, and he let Zoe know so.

“You just cost me three paying customers, so don’t start any fires tonight,” the experienced bar owner warned.

“But it’s my signature move!” the eccentric brunette whined about what she did with a lighter and a shot of liquor.

“And get moving, Jake. I didn’t give you all night,” Gabby reminded, tapping his wrist.

“I’ll leave once we’re finished. I promise!” Jake acknowledged. The junior sleuth also knew he needed to report back to Phinn about the identity of the woman in the photograph.

“Are you truly a man of your word?” Abby questioned.

“Libby says the opposite,” Cheyanne said, rolling her eyes.

Zoe giggled as Jake’s tongue became tied after her two friends sashayed past the teen, rubbing the sides of their bodies across his. The question of picking the two first-round match-ups caused the quirky, pixie-haired brunette to grow indignant.

“Who says I’m terrible?”

“Everyone!” Abigail and Cheyanne replied simultaneously. The latter did add, “Maybe the better word is hopeless.”

“Wrinklers,” the zany coed muttered, calling them liars in her own way.

“I have an idea,” Cheyanne said, heading for the bar. Quickly, she returned with a bowl of popcorn and a slip of paper. Ripping the paper into four sections, she announced that each of their names had been written down. Crumpling them up, she placed them on top of the popcorn.

Cameron became the neutral observer who plucked out the four pieces and placed them into two piles. He and Easton had returned with beers to watch the billiards tournament and a baseball game on the nearby TV. The male half of the middle-aged couple passed by toward the restroom with wide eyes while Abby celebrated her first-round bye, or what Cheyanne called getting to play Zoe.

Following Abby’s racking of the balls, Zoe hinted at an overly hard hit with the pool cue but ended up performing a tepid break. Seemingly unembarrassed or unfazed by the weak hit, she glanced over at a laughing Easton.

“I planned that.”

“Sure you did,” the star guard snorted.

“Foster!” Gabby yelled after the cue stick barely missed the shocked college player’s face.

Surprisingly, Abigail not only missed an easy shot but set up an even easier chance for Zoe where the cue ball stopped.

"What the hell, Abbs?" Cheyanne responded, throwing out her hands.

The golden blonde shook her head to clear it before glancing over at her friend. "Just getting warmed up.”

Noticing the way her friend kept glancing over at Jake, Cheyanne followed those looks to find that the bulge in her boss’s son’s pants had grown. Suddenly, the chocolate-haired young woman found herself distracted by the teen. She couldn't believe the thoughts that popped into her head about Libby’s little brother. Sure, he’d always been cute and grown up to fill out nicely, but Jake was there merely for teasing. Now, Cheyanne realized he’d become fair game after turning eighteen. Well, more like a dangerous game considering Liberty’s temper. Still, the stories about what he did with Trina Bintz on Luke Ridley’s boat had spread around town. Checking Abby’s face while Zoe made the easy shot, Cheyanne saw that the blonde had started to realize the same thing.

"Woo-hoo! Let's go, me!" Zoe cheered herself after sinking the first ball in a pocket.

Unfortunately for the kooky coed, her next shot missed its intended target and instead knocked in one of Abby's solid-colored balls. The golden blonde proceeded to knock in three more solid balls before missing another moderately challenging attempt.

“Yes! Victory will be mine!” Zoe proclaimed, spitting in her hands and rubbing them together.

“Eww!” Cameron squealed. “Use the chalk!”

“Ah, so you’re a spitter,” Easton remarked, earning a glare from Cheyanne.

The busty brunette also sent a knowing look at her best friend. She knew that Abby missed the shot on purpose. While a nice gesture not to wholly dominate and embarrass Zoe, it still annoyed her for some reason. Maybe because Jake seemed to realize it as well while gazing at Abby with adoration.

"Come on, Zoe. You can make up ground!" Jake encouraged.

Emboldened by her previous shot, Jake’s cheering led Zoe to slam the next ball hard. Too hard. The cue ball slammed past its intended target, glancing the side of another solid-colored ball that went in before bouncing off the table. Cheyanne, Abigail, and Jake all winced in embarrassment for the poor player.

“Foster!” Gabby bellowed. “Not again.”

"Jesus, that was close," Easton commented after the cue ball rolled past him. If it hadn't glanced off the other ball, it might have shot straight into the air in his direction.

“Defeat is imminent,” the pixie-haired woman declared. Then, she shrugged her shoulders before hopping after the ball. “True failure doesn’t occur if you try.”

“Breakage happens whenever you try,” the bar owner muttered before sighing. Drunk Buck fell off his stool while attempting to pick up the cue ball.

With the outcome in little doubt, Abby finished the game once the cue ball returned.

"Ready, Mini Magnum?" Cheyanne asked, racking the balls. “Do you start with a bang or ease your way into it?”

"I'd start by slapping that teasing ass," Jake declared. The experienced pool player already knew the strategy Cheyanne had prepared. Bending over with her ass in the air, while she took her sweet time racking the balls made that clear as the day.

“This? Oh, it’s not teasing—just a little of the thank you owed to you. A well-deserved one at that for covering a couple of my shifts while I had the flu,” the waitress replied, shooting a wink his way.

“That’s right. We thought about stopping in one of those nights to have you wait on us hand and foot,” Abby recalled, causing Jake to wish she had come into Magnum’s during that week. “However, Cheyanne warned us that we might catch it. So your loss.”

“What a shame,” the brunette remarked with fake sympathy. “I just know that Jakey would’ve loved to see you, Brigid, and Sydney. Kari said he kept asking about you in particular.”

“I did not!” Jake snapped. I think I only asked about Abby once. Or was it twice?

“Wasn’t that during your fling with Trina?” the golden blonde inquired, sharing a look with her closest friend.

“Did you really film a porno?” Zoe blurted out, causing Cameron to **** on his beer. “Zaina said she wasn’t shocked.”

“No,” Jake grunted.

“He might not have the size necessary,” Cheyanne piled on. “Libby won’t give us an inch about his goods.”

With annoyance growing over his older sister's friend's teasing, Jake slammed the cue ball into the break. The fierce strike paid off as two solid balls went in with one striped ball.

“Ooh, such aggression!” Cheyanne cooed.

“Definitely,” Abby agreed. “Now, I know how you landed Tara.”

“You’re right! I bet they butted heads…or other parts with such vigor,” Cheyanne remarked, causing Jake to scratch his next shot.

“Zaina said Jake is lucky to have survived. Tara’s a crazy, psycho bitch!” Zoe exclaimed before hopping off to grab another drink.

“Is that correct, Little Bro? Can’t handle the wild ones?” Cheyanne asked, leaning the pool cue against the side so she could adjust her bra under her low-cut top.

Jake didn’t see the need for such a blatant prick-teasing move. It was her shot. Yet, Easton’s cheer and Cameron’s gasp brightened her expression.

“Tara’s not too bad. I’ve seen and heard of worse,” the ex-cheerleader stated. Then, Abby gladly accepted another drink from Zoe.

Cheyanne sank the 12-ball into a pocket and then the 9-ball. With a smirk, she asked if Jake felt worried.

“You do seem lucky today,” Jake noted, watching as the brunette lined up another shot. That’s when he moved forward. “Too lucky. I'd better check for a rabbit's foot.”

The perfectly timed slap to Cheyanne’s curvy ass caused her to miss the shot. Zoe applauded Jake’s maneuver with a series of claps.

“That’s a foul, buster!” the slapped player shrieked.

“Is it? You said that ass was my reward,” Jake replied with a cheeky grin. He had started to get into giving it back to his sister’s friends. In the past, anything approaching this level would’ve been shut down by Libby. “Or think of it as a demonstration of my performance skills.

The teen detective pocketed a ball into the side pocket.

"Have you been practicing?" Cheyanne asked sarcastically after Jake knocked in another solid ball.

“What do you think I did with Trina, Michelle, Trina’s new roommate, and Regina Tarr?” Jake boasted confidently. “Oh, but I can’t tell you who I practiced with down in Lumlow. You know, celebrities and all.”

“No fucking way,” Cheyanne replied as Abby’s jaw dropped.

“Way to go, sport!” Zoe congratulated, slamming her body into Jake for a celebratory hug that caused him to miss his next shot.

The table now featured three solid balls for Jake and four striped balls for Cheyanne. Of the eight remaining balls on the table, four sat clumped together near a corner pocket. The teen would’ve used the current angle of the cue ball to break up the traffic jam, but Cheyanne lined up for the more obvious shot.

“Taking the easy shot?” Jake questioned, putting on a disappointed expression. Strangely, he still had Zoe plastered to his side, and he thought that word might also be fitting for her current state of mind. Were they drinking before coming here, or is she a lightweight?

“Maybe I’m an easy kind of gal,” Cheyanne hinted, knocking the 14-ball into a side pocket.

“I think my sister did say that about you,” Jake lied, causing the brunette to flash an angry expression. “Warned me about catching–”

“Shut up!”

Jake chuckled as Cheyanne circled the table while checking the angles. Eventually, she stopped near the corner in front of Jake and Zoe. Lifting her left leg up and over the corner pocket, the saucy brunette practically crawled on top of the table to get her preferred shot.

Of course, Jake’s gaze zeroed in on the curvy ass that shook enticingly in front of him. The combination of the wiggling ass and the way she lay along the side of the table had Jake’s imagination kicking into gear. It conjured up an image of Cheyanne losing the game and a bet they hadn’t made, resulting in him pounding her from behind on top of the green felt.

“Do you think Cheyanne is into anal? I wonder,” Zoe whispered, but her words carried far enough for the shooter to hear.

Distracted already on a difficult shot, Cheyanne put a little too much spin on the cue ball, which resulted in Jake’s 5-ball going into the pocket instead of a striped ball.

“Zoe!”

"Thanks, but I don't need your help," Jake responded, patting Cheyanne’s ass.

Now, it was his turn to break up the small traffic jam. Walking around the table, Jake leaned down to check the distance between the balls. Moving to the table’s end, he prepared to line up a shot, but shook it off right as Abby spoke.

“When are you going to ask my sister out?” his golden blonde crush challenged. “I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

“No shit. Allie’s a gymnast. You know how those girls move,” Cheyanne added, hoping to distract the teen. “Extremely flexible.”

“Allie’s Allie. I’ve never really thought of her that way,” Jake stated honestly, walking around to the side of the table.

“Seriously?” Abigail questioned, sounding surprised.

“Maybe he prefers Piper…or the older version of Allie,” Cheyanne suggested, timing it perfectly with Jake’s attempt.

However, Jake was far enough along that the implication of his wanting Abby didn’t distract him enough. Instead, he connected the cue ball with the 13-ball, which then knocked the 4-ball into the far corner pocket. The striped 13-ball also slowly rolled toward the 7-ball after the initial contact. Nudging the solid ball the slightest amount, it managed to send it teetering toward the nearest corner pocket until it fell in.

“Whiskey-wee-wee!” Zoe cheered, sloshing her drink on Jake’s arm before dancing away.

“Son of a bitch!” Cheyanne roared.

“Hey, I’ll tell my mom you said that,” Jake warned, moving around the table in preparation for the final shot.

“Oh, yeah. Are you going to tell Justine about how we fucked?”

Jake turned toward Cheyanne while practicing the shot. The brunette had wrapped her legs around the pool cue, rubbing it between her thighs, and pushing the top between her cleavage. The whole shebang effort worked like a charm. Jake’s practice shot extended a bit too far, knocking the cue ball into the 8-ball. Fortunately for him, he barely missed scratching on the shot.

“That wasn’t fair,” the teen stated, watching as Abby and Cheyanne high-fived.

“All's fair in lust and war, Jakey!”

Jake attempted to think of his own distraction as Cheyanne sent the 10-ball into a side pocket, but he couldn’t in time.

“Nice shot,” he complimented, watching as the brunette moved to line up another ball across from him.

Suddenly, Jake reached down with his hand to the front of his shorts. Cheyanne’s green eyes caught the movement and followed to watch Jake noticeably shift his hard cock around under the bulging material.

“Ooh! Tough luck on the 13-ball, sweetheart,” Jake mocked.

“Fucker!” Cheyanne exclaimed, staring at where the 13-ball ended up in the wrong spot.

“Can’t blame you,” Abby muttered, sounding stunned by what she saw from Libby’s little brother.

Her light brown eyes had widened with the fantasy image of Cheyanne atop Jake, riding that big cock while she waited her turn. The notion of being there and watching had the blonde hot and steamy, until she recalled that it was Liberty’s little brother she fantasized about.

With Abby lost in her dirty thoughts and Cheyanne angry with herself for getting distracted, neither coed saw Jake waste little time lining up his shot to win the game.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” the teen yelled, waving his fist in the air before fist-bumping with Zoe.

“Don’t get so cocky, brat!” Cheyanne, throwing her arm around the still-dazed blonde. “Abby is going to school you hard.”

“I… I am?”

“Sure, Jake’s getting a big head now. Time to put the boy in his place,” Cheyanne proclaimed.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s bet on it,” Jake suggested, definitely feeling overconfident.

“Hell, yeah! That’s what I’m talking about, Little Magnum!” Cheyanne cheered.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens sounded in the distance. At first, only Gabby paid attention to the noise. But as they approached, the bar owner moved toward the front entrance. Right after he reached the door, the sirens stopped close by, but their lights continued to flash through the windows.

“Somebody got pulled over,” Gabby explained, watching the scene. Only two minutes later, another squad car arrived, followed by an SUV.

Jake sensed what might be coming as the bar owner watched the police stop.

“Kid, you'd better get moving. I recognize Sandhurst out there. He’ll likely stop in to say hello once they're done,” Gabby speculated based on previous behavior. “He’s a stickler for the rules, and I don’t need any point deductions on my license.”

“No problem, sir,” Jake agreed. Despite his desire to play against his old crush, he didn’t want to get Gabby into trouble. The old man had helped immensely by providing a name for the woman in the photograph. “Uh, they’re near my car.”

“Go out the back door so that they don’t see you leaving from here,” Gabby suggested. “Then, wait a few minutes until they finish.”

“I need to use the bathroom,” Jake admitted, which Gabby agreed would work if he didn’t take too long.

“Hey, what about our game, buddy?” Cheyanne challenged for Abby’s benefit. “Chickening out?”

“I can’t stay,” Jake reminded.

“Hmmm,” the golden blonde mused. “Well, we could always finish it at my house. As long as we’re not too loud, my parents won’t mind.”

“Great!” Easton replied.

“Yeah, you’re not invited,” Cheyanne responded, rolling her eyes.

Cameron’s head sank lower in defeat while Easton started to fume.

“We’ll head over once we finish our drinks and the cops leave,” Abigail planned. “I assume you know which house.”

“Like I’d forget,” Jake chuckled, heading toward the restroom.

“Shotgun!” Zoe screamed. “Haha! I’ll ride with Jake.”

“Fine with us,” Cheyanne said, shrugging.

---

“That’s what a bug looks like?” Ethan asked, staring at the object they found in the kitchen light fixture.

“Damn,” Galen swore, realizing that Phinn probably hadn’t made up the story of his finding the first one earlier today. “What are you going to do with it?”

“First, I’m going to say this,” Phinn said, leaning in close to the listening device. “Better try a lot harder, whoever you are, to pull a fast one on me. Drop my journals back off, you can keep the laptop, I don’t want your extra malware added in.”

Dropping the tiny transmitter to the kitchen floor, Phinn grabbed a heavy cookie jar off the counter before using it to grind the bug up. Momentarily, he wondered where the pair of bugs had transmitted to. Based on the design, it couldn’t be very far. He figured the person or persons had stashed the receiver in one of the neighbor's backyards. The park had too many people and animals sniffing around to be safe.

“I’ll dispose of the other one shortly. Jake’s not going to like this discovery,” Phinn noted, well aware of his partner’s paranoia.

“Shouldn’t you have heard back from him yet?” Ethan asked.

“It’s been a while. Maybe the person who broke in and planted these grabbed him,” Galen speculated. “Can you track his phone?”

"We tried one of those Find Your Phone apps in the past in case something happened," Phinn admitted, glancing as Ethan started to giggle. "Knock it off. Fine, I'll admit that we tried it until Jake said he’d had enough. He claimed I violated his privacy far too many times."

“More like Tara had enough,” Ethan chuckled before explaining to Galen. “Phinn kept on interrupting their early dates.”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose. I’d discover new information for our cases that needed to be followed up on immediately,” Phinn defended, actually meaning it. “Still, Tara has a way of issuing threats that sound convincing.”

“So you think Jake is alright?” Galen asked.

“Oh, he probably got distracted by a girl with big breasts. Happens all the time,” Phinn speculated.

---

After drying his hands, Jake left the restroom and headed toward the rear exit. He’d splashed cold water on his face in an effort to relax and wake himself up to reality. Reaching for the door handle, the teen marveled at tonight’s fortune so far.

Holy crap! Not only did I learn that woman’s name, but I’m about to go to Abby LeClaire’s house. And I’m not going to hang out with Allie and her friends while hoping to get a glimpse of her older sister. No! Abby invited me. Damn, what if my dream finally comes true? Fuck, I’ll be thrilled if it’s only Cheyanne or Abigail…but if it’s both? Oh, man, my luck can’t get any–

“Oomph!” Jake sounded after a body slammed into him, sending his back against the closing door.

Visions of Kevin Armstrong sucker-punching him at the back door of Smashburgers filled Jake’s mind immediately. Yet, Kevin had backed off after Trina moved on to another guy, and Jake’s friends warned their ex-teammate that if he tried anything else, he’d face them.

So, Jake’s mind swirled with thoughts of Easton Ingle possibly attacking him. Maybe the uppity basketball star didn’t like getting upstaged and replaced tonight by a teenager. However, Jake really hoped it wasn’t Easton as a pair of lips crashed into his.

Unable to think or see clearly in the shadow-filled alley, Jake spun the person around to place them underneath the single light flickering above the doorway. He made out darkish short hair, which continued to freak him out.

Still a one-sided kiss, Jake attempted to fight back against the violent tongue invading his mouth. This level of ferocity was entirely unfamiliar to the teen. Using his strength, he managed to push the person back until only the tip of their tongue rolled across his lips.

“Zoe?!” Jake squawked, recognizing his sister’s weirdest friend. “What are you doing?”

“I called shotgun! I called shotgun! That means you're mine!” the kooky coed sang in a little song of her creation. Lunging forward, her lips began to taste the skin of his neck with long licks.

“What are you talking about?” Jake asked, sputtering, as the petite oddball started attacking his belt.

“I helped you win, so I get my reward!” Zoe announced. The whimsical woman’s lips sucked at his neck before moving up to his ear to plunge her tongue inside.

“I didn’t…I don’t know about–”

“Here!”

Jake’s first impression was that Zoe had gone crazy. But then he realized that instead of trying to suffocate him, she’d pushed a damp material in his face. One whiff gave away its origin.

“Are…Are these your p-panties?” Jake stammered, staring in puzzlement at the pair of minuscule panties covered by stars and moons.

“No-oh! They’re your trophy now!” Zoe announced, yanking down his pants and underwear to reveal his flaccid dick. “That won’t do.”

Dropping to her knees on the long peasant skirt, Zoe’s mouth launched forward. At once, Jake threw his head back as the young woman he’d known for much of his life slurped and sucked on his manhood, bringing it alive. That part felt fitting to Jake’s subconscious, as Zoe seemed to act as if her life depended on it, given the effort she put in.

Filling her mouth with the growing rod, Zoe didn't stop until Jake’s cock hit the back of her throat, her hand continuously jerking back and forth on the rest of his long, stiff shaft. The moment she could take no more, the wanton weirdo sucked hard and let her tongue swirl around the solid thickness. Almost at the tip, Zoe turned into a human vacuum, Hoovering with full power before pausing to flick her tongue across the sensitive head before she once more slowly lowered her mouth down his big cock.

Over and over, pixie-haired coed bobbed her head up and down, filling and refilling her mouth with solid Magnum meat as her hand cork-screwed firmly around the thick base.

"Mmmmmmph!" Zoe moaned around her mouthful as her tongue lashed and her cheeks sank as she sucked harder and harder while bobbing her head up and down.

"Fuck!" Jake moaned breathily, throwing his head back despite willing himself to be silent.

“Yummy!” the young woman on her knees before Jake squealed, pulling her head back. Suddenly, she hopped to her feet. “Playtime!”

Jake staggered backward once Zoe leaped into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Jake needlessly questioned.

“Time for my reward, Jakey!”

Jake watched in shock as his sister’s eccentric friend pulled off her short-sleeved blouse. Next, she threw off her bra without caring where it landed in the alley. Then, grabbing his head, Zoe yanked his head down to her medium-sized breasts.

“Suck ‘em, Buzz Lightyear!”

Somewhat scared for his safety, Jake complied with the command, latching his lips around the first hard nipple they made contact with. Whatever he started, Zoe appeared to enjoy his work, as evidenced by her cooing and moaning.

Strangely, Jake began to admit that the petite girl had some nice, perky tits. Using a hand, he fondled, groped, and caressed the B-cups. Pinching one nipple while biting the other seemed to hit Zoe’s buttons. Moaning loudly, she leaned harder into Jake’s chest, nuzzling the top of his head, sending him staggering backward until his back slammed into the brick wall.

Next, Jake found his head pushed back to allow that needy tongue to re-enter his mouth. Hungry kisses followed, causing Jake’s shoulder blades to scrape back and forth against the jagged surface.

Then, Zoe tried to climb higher onto Jake, clawing her way up a few inches.

“Hey, I’m not a tree,” Jake joked.

"You're my tree. Now, get your big branch ready," the older girl ordered. At once, Zoe began pulling up her long peasant skirt, bunching it up before pulling it up further. Once satisfied, she wasted no time before sliding herself onto Jake's exposed dick.

"Oh, goody," Zoe gasped. "You're inside of me."

"Oh, Gawd, I'm going to hell," Jake muttered.

His body tingled once Zoe had fully embedded his hard cock inside of her. A very energetic lover, the kooky coed started hopping up and down slightly on his cock. The short, quick-fire movement caused Jake to reach down to cup her tight ass with both hands for support. However, it also sent him staggering forward. With his movement constrained by the pants and underwear wrapped around his ankles, Jake began to shuffle around the alley. First, they took several steps forward before veering to his left. Then, they moved forward again before veering right. Finally, the pair shuffled around in a circle until Zoe’s back hit the side of a dumpster next to a brick wall.

“At least it’s one for recyclables,” Jake noted, glancing around the petite woman.

“It feels sticky,” Zoe revealed, never stopping what she called her bunny hops.

“Let's just hope that there aren't any shady characters lurking around here,” Jake remarked, glancing around the narrow alley between the bar and a storefront.

“That’s what’s thrilling! We’re bound to get caught, but let our instincts take over!” Zoe cried, linking her arms around Jake’s neck for support. With a deep kiss, she began to bounce even faster while clawing at his shirt to yank it over his head.

After a minute, Zoe managed to swing them around so that Jake’s back was braced against the dumpster. Grabbing the plastic lid for leverage, she rode faster and harder. Now, Jake understood about the dumpster being sticky, likely due to splashed beer and liquor.

“Hi-Yo, Silver. Away!” the petite coed cried, waving a hand around in the air.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the way his night turned out, Jake focused more on the intense sensations he experienced from her vise-like pussy. How is she so fricking tight? Jake asked himself. Oh. My. Gawd. Is this what fucking crazy feels like? So good, you get pulled into the insanity?

Crouching a bit, Jake began to thrust his cock into the tiny woman at a methodical pace. Usually, a breast man, their position didn’t allow for much playtime with those perky tits. Instead, Jake felt the compressed oranges rubbing into his chest.

After a few minutes, Jake attempted to pull back further by crouching more. This allowed Zoe to raise her hips high before dropping down with greater ****. A series of tentative thrusts on both their parts turned into solid strikes, with both adopting a rhythm that the other could keep up with.

“How are you so tight?” Jake finally asked aloud.

“It’s because you're so big, Mr. Bear. It fits perfectly snug,” Zoe replied before entering a giggle fit.

The sound of a car door slamming nearby woke Jake from his stupor. Looking around, he could still see the blue and red flashing lights from the other side of the building by the police stop.

Oh, shit! What if the cops find us?

Throwing caution to the wind, Jake opted to go full-throttle to finish this off before they got arrested. Doing so meant becoming more daring, so he unleashed a powerful burst of thrusts into Zoe. The new, relentless rhythm sent high-pitched moans into the night sky.

“How does that feel?” Jake roared, spinning them around to place Zoe against a nearby railing.

“Fun! It’s so much fun!”

Finally able to kick one of his feet free from his pants and underwear, Jake gripped Zoe’s hips while spreading his legs out. Manhandling the wanton weirdo, Jake hoped she was close as he could feel his explosion starting the final countdown.

“Fun, fun, fun! We’re having fun, fun, fun!” Zoe chanted, usually screaming the word fun after each thrust. Suddenly, her yell of fun went up another octave level.

The **** of her orgasm nearly overwhelmed Jake. He also had enough sense to know that anyone nearby, including the police, had to have heard her ear-piercing wail.

“I’m getting close. Tell me where you want me to finish!" Jake warned.

“Let me down!” Zoe ordered, scrambling to get onto her knees. “I love to swallow.”

Jake gave in to her wish, exploding inside her mouth. Even crazier, Zoe managed to swallow every volley he shot, never missing a drop.

Falling to the ground, Jake began to pull up his pants before anyone found them.

I fucked Zany Zoe. Please, please don’t let Libby find out.