Time for Q&A

You stood in front of Jennifer's door, taking a deep breath, and you knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, Rebecca opened the door. Walking into the room, the first thing you noticed was Jennifer perched like a queen bee before her vanity table, looking very sexy in a string bikini.

Rebecca was in the daring little piece you helped her pick out. She was still sporting the black leather and gold choker and slid onto the bed. You didn't see Katenya, and of course, Janna wouldn't arrive for at least another hour.

There were also two gentlemen. The tall blond kid was Jacob Peele, quarterback for the Hurricanes. Next to him was a Black kid you'd never met before.

"So how's Lili?" you ask, breaking the ice.

"After she finished crying, we all came to the conclusion that she lucked out." Jennifer informed you.

"The way that boy reacted, I wouldn't be surprised if he was on steroids," you mused.

Turning to look at the football players, you ask, "So what brings you gentlemen to the party?"

Jacob looks over at his friend, who nods, and turning back, he says, "Mr. Clarkson, I'd like to apologize on behalf of the Hurricanes for what Trey did."

Surprised, you ask, "You weren't here. How is it your fault?"

"Jen called me wanting blood..." Jacob started, only for his friend to cut in, saying, "Mr. C., we would like to settle this without Coach Reese finding out."

You saw where they were going, nodding along. "You say, 'I take it you need Trey, and if Coach Reese starts asking questions, he might be benched.' "

"Trey is our starting cornerback, and our first game is on Friday," Jacob confirmed.

"I understand you need him, but it might be moot. The way he flew off the handle, he could be on steroids..."

Jacob looked at his friend. "Well, TJ?"

TJ thought about it for a moment before telling you, "He could be. We all get tested for eligibility, but there are ways to get around it."

You shrug, saying, "Officially this isn't a school event, so I'm just here as a guest in Miss Marlow's home. But really, pressuring a girl for unprotected sex based on the old "I'm too big for a condom" bit was a tired old line when I was your age."

For the first time since you entered the room, the tension shattered as TJ snickered, and Jacon failed at not smiling.

"Well Jennifer, it's up to you how we do this," you say, looking over at her.

Jennifer's smile was less "haha" and more "I'm an evil genius who has taken over the world."

"I've already talked with the other head cheerleaders in town. By Monday the only pussy Trey will be able to find is from the whores down on 3rd Street or a freshman too dumb to know better," Jennifer decreed.

Jennifer paused, adding, "We won't tell Coach Reese anything, but the team owes me a favor."

"Sounds good to me," Jacob agreed.

As the football players left the room, TJ asked his friend, "When did she get so scary?"

"She always was my friend; she always was," observed Jacob as the pair disappeared up the stairs.

Jennifer side-eyed you, saying, "Sit down, Mr. Clarkson; it's not like you've been called to the principal's office."

You gingerly sit down on the king-sized bed. "So about earlier..."

Jennifer's self-satisfied smirk instantly gives way to a giggle. Suddenly she launched herself from the chair into your arms. An "oof" is **** as the brunette rockets into your chest, knocking you back onto the bed.

Once again finding yourself in the same position as when you first met, Jennifer stared down at you.

"Silly Mr. Clarkson, I'm not mad at you." Jennifer hummed before kissing you on the lips.

Your lips willingly open under the onslaught as Jennifer's tongue invades, teasing yours. Blood started to fill your cock, already awakened by your brush with Beth Anne, and it started to swell.

Refusing to be a passive participant, your tongue counterattacks into her mouth. As your right hand drifts up, massaging her breast through the bikini top.

Jennifer moaned into your mouth as her back arched into your caress. Breaking the kiss, she raised up onto her arms and looked over at Rebecca. "Becky, why don't you go down and join the party?"

"Thank you, mistress; I was starting to get a little hungry." Replied the little redhead.

Jennifer felt as much as heard your low growl as Rebecca called her mistress.

"You like it, don't you, Mr. Clarkson?" Jennifer purred as she slowly rolled her hips, feeling your growing erection. "You love that Becky is such a sweet, submissive pet," she finishes against your lips.

"Becky, one more thing, no ****...just in case."

"Yes, mistress." The teen answered before closing the door.

Thoughts that your sperm could have already taken root in one belly were like waving a red flag in front of a maddened bull.

Your primitive growl was her only warning. Grabbing her waist, Jennifer could only give a startled yelp as you rolled, changing positions.

Now pinned underneath you. Only two bits of cloth separating you from Jennifer's honey pot. With one hand you push her top up, uncovering her nipples. The aroused nubs were already thick, just begging to be tasted. Beside the areola on her breast, all but faded, was a bruise.

"Do it; you know you want to. Mark me and show the whole world I'm your slut."