“Hey, Chelsea,” he starts. “Chance wants to know if we should not start fucking yet. What are your thoughts on the matter? Do you want to wait another… What was it, Chance? A few months? Is that what you said?”
Chelsea raises her eyebrows so high I can see her ponytail move. She pivots on her heels to face me and rocks back and forth with her hands on her hips.
“You don’t want me here? Is that it?” she challenges.
“What? No! That’s not what I—”
“You’re a little too freaked out? Turning chicken?”
“Chelsea, I just think that it’s a strange situation, right? So maybe we should—”
“Actually, the strange part of the situation?” she interrupts. “You want to know what it is? It is that we have waited so long! If we were doing this the normal way, you guys would have popped my cherry when I was fifteen!”
Jack bark-laughs into his shoulder, trying to conceal his face.
“What are you talking about? How is that normal?”
“Well, Chance, I did not realize you were so sheltered!” she smirks. “Do you remember Belinda and Blaine Easter?”
I do remember them. They were all in the same high school as us, and basically the same situation. Their parents got divorced or widowed when they were young and eventually they remarried with older siblings.
“Wait… What are you saying?”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “I am saying they were boning!”
“What? No they weren’t! Jack, back me up on this…”
“That was the word on the street,” he grins. “And Belinda was hot, too. Blaine and I had gym together. They were fucking almost every night, right next to their parents’ bedroom.”
My mind reels. There were a lot… I mean a lot of blended families in Evanston. One of the perks of having a lot of money, I guess.
“Hold on… How did I not know about this? What about, um, Janie and George? I don’t remember their last name. They called George Gator or something?”
Chelsea nods emphatically. “Totally doing it. Started in eighth grade!”
“Wow. You guys are blowing my mind.”
“Jade and Lance Piwoczyk?”
Jack shrugs broadly, raising his hands with the palms up. “Teenagers are horny as fuck, Chance. Or did you forget somehow?”
“I hardly forgot,” I object.
“It’s really kind of natural, if you ask me,” Chelsea sighs nonchalantly. “You stick a bunch of unrelated teenagers under the same roof… Their parents are hot for each other, why shouldn’t they be? It’s not like they’re cousins or anything. And it’s so damn convenient!”
“God... I hadn’t really thought about it that way.”
Chelsea slides up closer to me, swaying her hips from side to side until she brushes her thighs against the front of my thighs. She smiles up into my face and drums her fingertips against my pecs.
“Really? You haven’t thought about it?” she asks slyly, wetting her lower lip with her tongue.
“Come on, Chelsea, you know that is not what I meant.”
Jack comes over and stands behind her, sliding his hands over her belly and up under the bottom of her shirt. I watch the outline of his fingers as he squeezes her tits gently, then pulls her shirt up to expose them to me.
“Oh, I know you have thought about it,” he chuckles.
Chelsea presses her lips together and smiles, her eyes half closed as she leans back against his chest and allows him to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples into hardness. I can’t take my eyes off those brick-red buttons. They are the most gorgeous nipples I have ever seen.