A New Friend

In the predawn darkness, Jennifer was scrambling around trying to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. I helped to the extent of pointing out anything of hers that caught my eye. We were soon on the road, Jennifer cuddled up to me and promptly fell asleep. I absently cupped one breast and was rewarded with a happy sigh. As the sun came up, I had to concentrate more on the road and the rapidly growing traffic. It was becoming obvious that we would be almost two hours earlier than we needed to be and I was hungry. I pulled off the road at a small roadside coffee shop. The change in the motion of the car woke Jennifer. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“About a half hour out,” I answered, “how about some breakfast?”

“I guess,” she said, glancing at the dash clock, “we have some time.”

We had sausage and eggs with American style potato shreds, and coffee. She talked animatedly about transferring to my school and how she would convince her mother. I kept an eye on the time as we relaxed over coffee. Before too long we were back on the road. She had me stop on a side street a couple of blocks before the school gates. She got between me and the wheel, kissing me in a fashion I’m sure the headmistress would find inappropriate while I fondled her breasts. After a long moment, she broke away and straightened her clothes. She pulled me into a gentle hug.

“I’m going to miss you even more, now,” she whispered, I’m beginning to hate this place.”

“I’ll miss you to,” I whisper back, “it will be lonely without you.”

“Not too lonely,” she giggled, “I’m sure Jill will be willing to help out with your loneliness.”

“But I . . .”

“Shhh,” she cut me off, “Jill and have had some long talks, we’re willing to share you, we both love you and you love us both.”

“Okay, I guess I can live with that,” I said, “but you are still first for me.”

She had me drop her off and told me not to come in at the school office. With a quick kiss, she jumped out, grabbed her bag and ran up the steps. I waited until the door closed behind her and drove away. The drive back was lonely, snapshots of Jill, mostly nude, with me and with the others, played through my mind as I made my way down a road that seemed twice as long in this direction.

I pulled into the drive and parked the Land Rover in the garage. I walked heavily into the empty house, and collapsed onto the bed.

When I woke, Jill was laying beside me, watching me.