The Slade Chronicles: Chapter 4 – Part 1

I regained consciousness in the ambulance as it raced towards the hospital.

“Welcome back Slade,” the paramedic said.

“Slade,” Aurora exclaimed.

“How’s Jenn,” I asked.

“She’s on her way to the hospital too. You kept her alive. Now let the other medics and doctors do the rest,” the medic said.

I closed my eyes. My head hurt. I lost consciousness again.

This time I woke up while I was getting a CT scan of my head. I didn’t panic because I recognized the machine and knew what was going on. “Hey, I’m awake again,” I told the technician.

“Just stay still Slade and we will be done in five minutes.”

I stayed still and waited. The events of the fight ran through my mind. I was worried about Jenn. She saved my life. I had to get to her. Make sure she was going to be okay. Once the scan was complete the tech wheeled my bed back to the ER. Aurora was waiting with my parents in the waiting room. She was crying when she entered the room.

“What am I going to do with you,” she asked sniffling.

“Is Ron okay? How’s Jenn,” I asked.

“Ron has a nasty gash on his head and a concussion, but he will be fine,” Dad said.

“What about Jenn,” I pleaded.

“We don’t know sweetheart. No one will tell us since we aren’t family,” Mom said.

I sat up and pulled the IV needle right out and then I pulled heart monitor pads off my chest. The alarms on the IV machine and heart monitor started sounding. Two nurses ran into the room.

“You need to lay down Mr. Jones,” one nurse said firmly.

“No, I am going to get answers on Jenn’s… Deputy Flynn’s condition,” I said angrily.

I stood up and swayed. The room spun. Dad grabbed me before I fell over. “Steady there son. Lay down before you pass out,” he said.

I pushed him away. And stumbled into the hallway. I bumped into a cart. The contents fell to the floor with a crash. The Sheriff was in the hallway and heard the commotion. He came running over as the nurses were trying to get me to get back into bed.

“Mr. Jones, calm down,” he said placing his hand on my shoulder. I stopped.

“How is Jenn, Deputy Flynn,” I asked him.

“She’s in surgery. They say that thanks to you, she will pull through,” he answered.

“She’s the one who saved my life. Mike was going to pull the trigger when she took his attention away from me,” I sobbed and collapsed into the Sheriff. He and dad carried me back to the hospital bed.

I started crying. All the emotions from the whole ordeal came rushing up. The panic I felt when Jenn first got hit. The fear I felt when I saw Ron tied up on the floor. The calmness I felt just before Mike was going to pull the trigger. The anger when Mike shot Jenn and the hatred I felt as I pulled the trigger and unloaded the entire magazine at him. I closed my eyes. I saw Mike’s cold dead eyes staring back at me. I was unconsolable.

Eventually the nurses got a new IV placed in my hand and they gave me a sedative that made me fall asleep. I woke up and it was dark outside the window. I looked around. Aurora was holding my hand while her head was on the bed. She was asleep. I gently squeezed her hand. She awoke in a panic. “Hi,” I said softly to her.

“How are you feeling,” she asked.

“Better now. My head hurts and I’m hungry and thirsty.”

“Let me get a nurse.”

A minute later Aurora walked in with Natalie right behind her. “We have to stop meeting like this Slade,” Natalie teased.

“Hey you,” I said with a grin.

“I paged the Doctor. She should be in to see you shortly. Can I get you some water?”

“I would love some.”

Natalie left the room and went to get a pitcher of water and a cup. The doctor entered the room two minutes after Natalie left. “Mr. Jones, you really need to protect your head better. I suggest wearing a hard hat at all times,” the doctor teased.

“Haha. Doc.”

“Your scan can back clean. I will release you in the morning.”

“How’s the deputy? Jenn?”

“I really shouldn’t tell you. You aren’t family.”

“Look Doc. She is family to me. She saved my life.”

“Okay. Her surgery went well. They were able to remove the bullet. She has a skull fracture from the hit she took but no major bleeding. She should make a full recovery.”

“Can I see her?”

“It’s not visiting hours.”

“I’m not a visitor.”

The doctor looked at me and threw her hands up in defeat. “Fine, but you must stay in the wheelchair and can only stay for five minutes.”

I nodded in agreement. The doctor left the room, and Natalie rolled a wheelchair in. “Let me help you stand and then we will get you in the chair,” Natalie said.

With her help I weas able to stand and get into the chair safely. Natalie wheeled me into the ICU. I had a flashback to when I was there not long ago. Jenn was in the same room I had been in.

Two uniformed deputies stood guard. They looked at me and nodded approval. Whether it was approval to go into the room or approval of my actions earlier that day I do not know. Maybe it was a mix of both.

Natalie opened the door and wheeled me in. Jenn was hooked up to more tubes and lines than I had been. She looked horrible. I gasped out loud. Jenn opened her eyes and turned her head towards me.

With tears in her eyes she said, “They told me that you saved my life. If you hadn’t put pressure on the wound, I would have bled out before the medics got there. Thank you.”

“You saved my life too. Mike was about to pull the trigger when he saw you,” I said wheeling closer and grabbing her hand. “Mike is dead. I shot him with your gun.”

“They told me. Are you okay with that? Taking another person’s life?”

“I think so. It was either me or him.”

“If you ever need to talk about it, I will be there for you.”

I kissed her hand. Jenn squeezed mine and fell asleep.

Natalie saw the whole exchange. She silently wheeled me back to my room. Aurora asked me how Jenn was. I didn’t tell her how horrible she looked. Just that she was doing okay and that she was glad I was also okay.

Natalie called Aurora out into the hall. There she told Aurora her suspicions. Aurora laughed, “Of course he fucked her. I was there when he did. In fact, we both enjoyed her just like we enjoyed you.”

Natalie blushed, “I should have figured that. Sorry to accuse Slade of cheating. I guess I’m kind of jealous. I would like to see the two of you again.”

“We would like that. Oh, by the way, we are engaged,” Aurora said showing Natalie the ring. “And I was thinking that I would like you to be one of my bridesmaids.”

“Really? That’s awesome,” Natalie gushed.

“I’ll ring you next week. When is your day off?”

“Thursday.”

“Great! I’ll get in touch with you then.”

Aurora reentered the room and Natalie got back to doing her rounds. Aurora climbed into bed with me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Mom woke us up at seven. The doctors told her that I was going to be released around nine. She fussed over my hair saying that I needed a haircut. I asked to go see Jenn before I left. The doctor arranged for an orderly to wheel me to the ICU.

There were two new deputies standing guard. They stood at attention as we approached. The one closest to me stuck out his hand, “Scuttlebutt is that you saved Deputy Flynn’s life after taking out Mike Schulist. Thank you for having her back.” I shook his hand and then the other deputies. They opened the door to Jenn’s room for us.

Mom and Aurora were with me this time. They both gasped at the same time, bringing their hands to their mouths.

“I hope I didn’t grow a horn on my head overnight with the way you two are looking at me,” Jenn said.

Mom walked to her with tears in her eyes and grabbed her hand, “Thank you for protecting my boy.”

“I should thank you for raising such an amazing young man. He’s the one that saved my life.”

Aurora squeezed my hand, smiling down at me. Mom let Aurora approach Jenn. “How are you feeling,” Aurora asked.

“Like I got shot,” Jenn groaned.

Aurora giggled and grabbed Jenn’s hand, “I’m glad you are going to be okay.”

Now it was my turn. Mom wheeled me closer. I looked at Mom and Aurora and asked them to give us a few minutes alone. They nodded and left the room closing the door behind them. I held Jenn’s hand. “I was thinking and I would like to have one of those talks when once you are released.”

“I would like that,” Jenn smiled.

I stood up and leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Aurora opened the door as I was sitting back in the wheelchair. She smiled at Jenn and wheeled me back to my room. Cheryl and Ron were waiting there for us. Cheryl leaned down and kissed my cheek, “Thank you for saving Ron.” Ron shook my hand and leaned in to give me a hug.

At nine an orderly wheeled me out of the hospital. Cheryl had pulled her SUV around. “Um… I thought I was going home,” I said.

“We talked about it and decided it would be best if you stayed with Ron and Cheryl for the week. Ron is giving you the week off and since Cheryl doesn’t work, she can look after for the week,” Mom said.

“I would feel better knowing that you are being looked after this week,” Aurora added. “Besides your mom is going to take me back to school this morning.”

“Oh. Okay,” I said standing up. I gave Mom a hug and then gave Aurora a hug and a kiss and climbed in the back seat of the SUV. Ron and Cheryl said goodbye to Mom and Aurora. Ron sat in the front passenger seat and Cheryl drove us to their house.

When we got there, I got out and went up to the room I had been staying in to grab some clothes and go shower the hospital stench off me. Jenn’s things were still there all over the floor. I stopped and started picking her things up. The last thing I grabbed was her panties. I sat on the bed and held it to my nose and inhaled through my nose. Her scent was intoxicating. My cock responded. I grew to full mast in seconds.

I fished my cock out and gripped it and started pumping. My eyes closed, thinking about Jenn. I felt someone looking at me. Opening my eyes I saw Cheryl standing in the doorway. She stepped through the threshold and was on her knees in front of me before I could apologize. Instinctively I offered Cheryl my cock. She eagerly took the head into her mouth. I moaned. Her tongue twirled around expertly, and she used just the right amount of suction. I let go of my cock. Cheryl took more into her mouth. The head hit the back of her throat; she held there for a couple seconds. Then she slid her lips back to the head. She used her hand to stroke me as she continued the blowjob. Her other hand massaged my balls. I once again brought the panties to my nose and took a deep sniff. I came in Cheryl’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop.

She stood up, stepped forward and gave me a hug. Her breasts mashed against my face. Cheryl released me from the hug and pulled me to a standing position. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said pulling me toward the door.

I was not about to protest. She led me to the bathroom. Cheryl let go of my hand and went to turn on the shower. She walked back to me as she pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her magnificent tits were falling out of her strapless bra. Reaching behind her back she unclasped it and the bra fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy’s nectar was leaking down her legs. Cheryl stopped in front of me. I took in the sights. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and off me. She tossed it with her dress. Then she slid my pants off. My now flaccid cock almost hit her face as she squatted. Standing up she offered me her hand. I took it and she led me into the shower.

Cheryl placed me under the showerhead. The water cascaded down my body. The pressure massaged my scalp. I closed my eyes. Cheryl grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it in her hands. With a caring touch, she proceeded to wash my shoulders. Massaging my tight muscles as she went, working her way down my arms, one at a time. She washed my back and butt, making sure to clean my ass crack. As her fingers slid over my asshole I thought about the other night when she had slid a finger into my ass. My cock stirred. Cheryl didn’t do anything like that this time. She lathered and washed my legs.

Standing up she pushed her breasts against my back. Her lips kissed my neck. Her soapy hands washed my chest and stomach. Slowly her hands made their way south. Cheryl gasped when her hand touched my rigid member. She eagerly washed every inch of my cock and balls. When I was thoroughly clean, she spun me around to face her. My cock poking between her legs. She rubbed her labia over my cock, brining herself to an orgasm. “Oops, I made your cock dirty. Guess I’ll have to clean it again,” she said.

This time she didn’t reach for the soap. Instead, she squatted down and licked my cock clean. Once she was satisfied that I was clean she stood up and kissed me. I could taste her pussy as she kissed me. She spun us so that she was now under the shower head. “I’m a dirty girl. I need a thorough cleaning,” she said.

I grabbed the same bar of soap and lathered up my hands. I started at her shoulders and down her back and ass. I slid a finger against her pussy as I lathered the top of her leg. She responded by spreading her legs a bit more. After both legs were clean, I slid a hand up her leg and cupped her pussy, making sure to touch her clit. I slid my hand over her ass cheeks and up her back. I lathered my hands again and slid both around to her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples. Cheryl moaned. Her arm came back and pulled my head closer to her neck. I kissed it. She spun around and grabbed the side of my face. Our lips met and we kissed passionately. Our bodies melted onto one.

Cheryl maneuvered so that my cock entered her silky pussy. She moaned into my mouth. I kissed her more urgently. I pushed her up against the shower wall, grabbed both of her hands and brought them above her head. “Keep them there,” I ordered as I spun her around. Her breasts pressed to the tile, her ass instinctively pushed out towards my cock. I rammed my cock into her eager cunt in one thrust. Her breath caught for a spit second. I pulled out and thrust again. Cheryl’s face mashed against the tile as I continued the assault on her eager pussy. We were both close to cumming. Cheryl screamed, “Fuck me, cum in me, fill my womb with your hot cum!”

I came with a roar. Once my cock was finished spurting, Cheryl pulled off my cock and spun around. She kissed me hard. Unlocking our lips Cheryl looked into my eyes, “Thank you for saving Ron,” she kissed me, “Thank you for saving Jenn,” she kissed me, “And thank you for the orgasm,” she winked at me.

Cheryl stepped out of the steaming shower and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her body and left the bathroom without drying herself off. I stayed under the water for a couple more minutes. Finally, the water started getting cold. I shut the shower off and stepped out. I toweled off and stopped in front of the mirror. Wiping the fog off it, I looked at my face. I needed to shave. I pulled out my razor and shaving cream from my toiletry bag.

Wiping the remnants of shaving cream off my face and neck I checked in the mirror to see if I missed anywhere. Satisfied with the results, I rinsed off the razor and put it back in the bag. I walked to my room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I chose a Metallica t-shirt and black basketball shorts. I spent some time cleaning up the room, putting Jenn’s clothes on the bed in two piles. Clean and dirty. I packed the clean clothes in her bag and threw the dirty ones in a basket with my dirty clothes.

I brought the basket downstairs. I asked Cheryl where the laundry room was. With all the times I had been there over the years, I never saw the basement where the laundry room was. Cheryl led me downstairs. She insisted that she take care of the laundry, “You’re a guy. You don’t know how to properly separate the delicate from the towels or the darks from whites.”

I thanked her and left her to do it.

Ron was sitting outside. “How are you feeling, he asked.

“Okay I think,” I answered.

“You were very brave. Not many men would have done what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything other than want to stay alive.”

“Well, whatever it was, thank you for saving my life.”

We sat silently for a while. Cheryl came outside and sat with us. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, there were a few clouds in the sky, the birds were chirping, and the trees were starting to show signs of autumn.

Ron spoke, “I am going back to work tomorrow. I want you to have the week off, with pay, of course.”

“I can work. It was only a mild concussion.”

“No arguments.”

“Okay.”

Silence again. Cheryl got up and went to check on the laundry. The afternoon rolled into evening. We ate in silence. I said goodnight and went up to bed early. A headache was creeping in. I tossed and turned all night.

Mike was aiming the gun at me. He was about to pull the trigger when Jenn stepped in front of me. The gun went off. Jenn was on the floor bleeding from a bullet wound in the shoulder. I screamed out her name. I dropped down to her and rolled her into my arms, but it wasn’t her, it was Aurora. And the wound wasn’t in her should, it was in her forehead. Her eyes were open. Tears ran down my cheeks and dropped onto her lifeless face. I heard laughing. Looking around I saw Mike sitting on the chair laughing. He was saying something. He started yelling, “The little bitch shouldn’t have tried to stop me.”

I screamed out Aurora’s name as Mike faded away laughing…

“Slade wake up! You are having a nightmare! Wake up!”

I woke sitting straight up. My breathing was heavy and my heartrate with through the roof. Cheryl was the one who woke me. I whimpered, “Mike shot Jenn, but when I went to her and rolled her over it was Aurora. Mike was laughing.” A tear ran down my cheek.

“Shh, Aurora is safe. You were having a nightmare. Mike is gone and everyone is safe,” she said cradling me.

She held me until my breathing and heartrate returned to normal. “What time is it,” I asked.

“It’s almost lunchtime.”

“Shit, sorry I slept so late.”

“You can sleep as late as you want. You need to rest.”

“I’m hungry.”

“How about I go make you a sandwich and you get dressed. Come down when you are ready.”

I nodded and Cheryl left the room. Opening the dresser drawer, I found that Cheryl had put away the laundry that she had washed for me. I grabbed a polo shirt and khaki pants, tossing them on the bed. I went to the bathroom, pissed, washed my hands and splashed my face with cold water. Then I went back to the bedroom and got dressed.

Cheryl was sitting at the bar top in the kitchen. A sandwich and a soda were waiting for me. I thanked her and dug in. We talked about the wedding. She let me know that we needed to meet with the caterer next week to plan the menu and I should make an appointment with the tailor to get my measurements for the tuxedo. Cheryl showed me the décor for the reception and how the colors will work.

Ron came home from work around five thirty. He looked beat. Maybe he should have taken the day off too. Ron went upstairs to shower and change. Cheryl prepared dinner. She had simmered the spaghetti sauce all afternoon. She was baking the meatballs and tossing them in the sauce when Ron came down. “Mmm that smells good,” he said.

He walked up to Cheryl and gave her a kiss, “Hey beautiful.”

“Hello handsome. Why don’t you and Slade go sit in the living room while I finish the meatballs and make the garlic bread.”

We went to the living room and Ron turned on the tv. We watched the news. A segment about Jenn getting shot came on. I watched and listened; my heart rate sped up and by breathing became more rapid. Ron put it on mute and turned to me, “Slade are you okay?”

“I’m good. It’s just still too fresh in my mind.”

“Okay. We will not watch the news for a few more days.”

He turned the channel. We ended up watching something on the History Channel about the Revolutionary War. As the show ended Cheryl announced that dinner was ready. I was starving. We ate and talked. Laughing at Ron’s antics to get my mind off everything. After dinner we went and sat outside on the patio. We drank whiskey and talked about work. Ron explained how he had gotten started. My dad worked with him until Mom got pregnant with me. Then he got the job at the foundry to have a steady paycheck to support his growing family. I never knew that.

We went to bed around ten. I tossed and turned again. I woke up around eight in the morning. Cheryl made me breakfast and asked if I would mow the lawn. I had no problem with helping out where I could.

It was after lunch when I made my way to the large shop. I had not been in there since Sunday. I opened the side door and pressed the button to open the large garage door. As the sunlight filled the garage I looked towards the workbench. The chair was still there. Duct tape was still wrapped on its front legs. I walked further in. I made my way to the workbench. My hands were trembling. I stood where I had been laying down when I shot Mike. His blood was still pooled on the floor. I turned to where Jenn fell. Her blood was also still there. I ran to the garbage can and threw up. The images of Ron tied up, Jenn on the floor bleeding, and Mike dead ran through my mind.

I ran outside and threw up again. Cheryl saw me run out of the shop door and came running to me. I was on my knees, panting when she reached me. “Slade! What’s wrong? Oh, sweetheart I should have thought before asking you to mow the lawn,” Cheryl said getting down and holding me.

“I’m… I’m good. It just hit me. Their blood is still in there. Images ran through my mind.”

“Why don’t we get you inside.”

“No, I’ll be okay. Someone needs to clean up the blood.”

“I can—.”

“NO! I will. You don’t need to see that,” I said cutting her off and standing up.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “Holler if you need anything.”

Cheryl reluctantly walked back to the house. I went about gathering supplies to clean up the blood. I wiped up as much as I could and then scrubbed it with bleach. There was barely any sign of blood by the time I finished up hours later. I heard a truck driving towards the shop. I went to the open door to see that Ron was home. He got out after stopping short of the door. “Hey, are you okay? Cheryl told me what happened,” Ron said getting out of his truck.

“Yeah. All good now. It was therapeutic cleaning up the blood. It helped me work through some of it.”

“Sorry. I didn’t think about having someone clean up the mess.”

“Forget the lawn today,” Ron said. “Let’s lock up the shop and take a drive.”

I hit the button on the garage door opener and turned off the lights. Ron waited in the truck. I hopped in and buckled up. Ron drove towards town. He pulled into the hospital parking lot. I jumped out, waited for Ron and we walked into the building together. Ron had me lead him to Jenn’s room. There were new deputies guarding her room once again. They recognized me right away. The deputy closest to me shook my hand. The other one did the same and then opened the door. I stepped in, Ron choosing to give us a few moments alone. Jenn looked better today. Her color had returned and she had less things attached to her body.

I put my hand on hers. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Hey hero,” she said.

“Is that what you told all the deputies? Is that why they keep shaking my hand?”

“Maybe, but it’s the truth,” Jenn said blushing.

I kissed her cheek. The door opened again. A fit man about six feet tall, with red hair and a short average looking female stepped into the room. The man stopped in his tracks, sizing me up. The female looked at me from head to toe. “Is this him,” she asked Jenn in a thick Irish accent.

“Yes Mum. This is him,” Jenn answered with an Irish accent. My jaw hit the floor. I never even heard the slightest accent come out of Jenn’s mouth before.

She grabbed me and gave me a hug “Thank you for saving my little girl,” she said starting to cry.

“Now Molly don’t be drowning the lad with your tears,” the man said. “I’m Patrick and this is my wife, Molly. We are Jennifer’s parents.” He offered his hand.

I shook it, “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Jennifer told us that you saved her life, and how you took the threat out,” Mr. Flynn said.

“It’s more like she saved mine. She is a brave woman.”

“Aye, that she is lad.”

Molly went to her daughter’s bedside and fussed with her hair. Mr. Flynn and I stood silently as the mother and daughter whispered back and forth. “Would you give us a few minutes with our daughter,” Molly asked.

I nodded and left the room. About five minutes later Molly opened the door and asked both Ron and I to enter. “Jennifer tells us that you are to be married. Is that correct young Slade,” Mr. Flynn asked.

“Yes sir,” I answered.

“Please call me Patrick. By the look on this man’s face and yours earlier, you did not know that Jennifer is in fact from Ireland.”

Ron and I shook our heads.

“She has taken to the American way of life well and she became a citizen last year. We are proud of her, but we also worry about her, with us being so far away. Thank both of you for treating her well.”

“She has become like family in the short time I have known her,” Ron said.

Turning to me Patrick continued, “I will never be able to repay you for saving my daughter, but I want to try. I own a few small inns in Ireland. I want to invite both of you and your wives, once you are married lad, to Ireland. All expenses paid for two weeks. A honeymoon for the newlyweds and a romantic trip for the Abernathy’s.”

My mouth dropped open. Never in a million years did I think that I would be able to go to Ireland.

“What do you say lad, Mr. Abernathy?”

“That’s too much Mr. Flynn,” I argued.

“We must insist,” Patrick said pulling Molly to his side.

“I guess yes then,” I answered.

“Great! Jennifer mentioned that you are getting married in November. That is not the greatest time of year for weather in Ireland. Let’s plan on March, maybe around Saint Patrick’s Day?”

“You have to be there for that,” Jenn added. “It’s a beautiful time of year and the celebrations are epic.”

“Sounds good to me. How about you Ron,” I asked.

“Sounds lovely,” he responded.

“We will be in touch,” Patrick said. Molly gave Ron and I a hug.

We left them alone with their daughter. Ron drove back towards home. “Thanks for taking me to see Jenn. I feel better now that she looks a lot better.”

Ron just nodded and we continued in silence. We found Cheryl reading “The Story of O” in the living room. She looked up from the book. “How are you doing Slade,” she asked.

“Much better now.”

“I decided that we will be having leftovers for dinner tonight since it’s kind of late.”

“Works for me,” I said.

Cheryl reheated the spaghetti and meatballs on the stove. Ron put the garlic bread under the broiler to toast it some more. Dinner was subdued and we all went back to the living room once the dishes were cleaned up and put away.

“I have some exciting news,” Ron said.

“Oh? Haven’t we had enough excitement around here lately,” Cheryl teased.

“How would you like to go to Ireland in March? Around Saint Partick’s Day,” he asked.

Cheryl squealed, “Really?”

“All expenses paid,” I added.

“What? How?”

“It turns out that Jenn is actually from Ireland. Her parents own a couple small inns. To thank me for saving her life and thanking you and Ron for treating her like family, Mr. Flynn offered Aurora and I a honeymoon and you and Ron a romantic getaway.”

“Wait, Jenn is from Ireland? She doesn’t even have an accent,” Cheryl said.

“It finally slipped out when she was talking to her mom,” I said laughing.

“You should call Aurora and tell her about the honeymoon,” Cheryl suggested.

I got up and went to the house phone and dialed Aurora. She answered on the second ring. “Hello,” she said.

“Hey babe. How would you like to honeymoon in Ireland,” I asked.

She screamed, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I told her what happened, starting with my reaction in the shop all the way to when I met Jenn’s parents and her fathers’ offer. Aurora was excited about the trip, but she was more concerned about me. I reassured her that I was fine and that I would work through it.

“Love you, see you Saturday,” she said hanging up the phone.

Friday was a busy day. I helped Cheryl get ready for the swinger party that was happening the next day. We spent all day changing linen, cleaning the bathrooms, and tidying up the house. I slept really well that night. The first time since Sunday’s incident. I woke up refreshed and excited for the party. Ron tossed me the keys to his truck so I could go pick Aurora up. She met me outside by the curb. She hopped in and we took off for Ron and Cheryl’s.

Cheryl met Aurora at the door and gave her a big hug. “It’s so good to see you,” Cheryl gushed.

“I can’t wait for the party. Although I am nervous too,” Aurora said.

“Don’t be nervous, you will all be fast friends before the night is over.”

Cheryl put her arm around Aurora and walked her into the house. “You two will still be staying in the room you were last weekend,” Cheryl said.

Aurora put her bag down and gave Ron a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I picked up her bag and took it up to our room. When I came back down, they were sitting outside on the patio. We had a light lunch and then went to shower and change for the party.

Aurora and I were in the shower washing each other when she asked if she could shave my pubs. I had never done it at that point. I figured, why not, the hair would grow back if I didn’t like it. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed my shave cream and razor. Aurora squirted some shave cream in her hand, then lathered it up and smeared it all over my genitals. I got hard as she made sure the shave cream was everywhere. She grabbed the razor and began to carefully shave me. When she was done, my cock and balls were as smooth as her pussy. I don’t know how, but my cock looked even bigger now.

Aurora admired her work as she dried me off. She then rubbed a lotion on me to help prevent razor burn. Smacking my ass, she told me to go get dressed. I put on a navy-blue polo shirt and black dress pants. She walked in the room as I was putting on socks. She dropped the towel that was wrapped around her body. Damn she was smoking hot. I wanted to take her right then. I cupped one of her breasts. She slapped my hand away and told me to behave. I watched her get dressed. She wore a green dress with no shoulder straps. She did not put on any panties or bra. Her pink nipples were barely visible through the material.

I escorted her downstairs. Ron was already relaxing in the living room. He whistled as he eyed Aurora. She blushed and thanked him. We sat on the sofa together waiting for the first of the guests to arrive. Cheryl came downstairs. She looked stunning, wearing a dress similar to Aurora’s but in black. I could definitely see her nipples through the dress. My cock stirred. Aurora put her hand under my chin and closed my mouth as she laughed.

Andrew Williams and his wife, Heather, were the first to arrive. Ron and Cheryl met them at the door and invited them in. Introductions went around. Andrew stands about five foot ten. He is of average build. We shook hands. He had soft hands, but his grip was firm. His wife, Heather, is no taller than 5 feet. She’s curvy with long chestnut hair. Her eyes, the same color as her hair. She eyed me up and approved. My eyes were glued to her cleavage. Her breasts practically spilled out of her dress. They were both 48 years old. It turned out that Andrew is a banker and Heather is a teacher. In fact, she was my English teacher back in 9th grade and was as hot back then as she is now. I’m not ashamed to say she was in my spank bank at that age. I didn’t mention it though as I didn’t think she would recognize me and all my teachers called me by my given name, Sylvester.

We were making small talk getting to know each other when the doorbell rang. Ron and Cheryl excused themselves and answered the door. They introduced Jorge Vasquez and his wife, April. Jorge is Mexican American. He’s about six feet tall. His eyes are brown and hair is salt & pepper. His wife April is five foot six inches tall. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s the classic blonde beauty. Jorge owns and operates a landscaping company and works with Ron often. I had seen him before on job sites. April is a stay-at-home-mom to their two young children. I noticed that Jorge's hands are rougher and grip stronger as we shook hands. April gave me a shy smile.

Now that everyone had arrived, we moved the party outside. It was the last warm weekend in the extended forecast signaling the end of summer. Everyone sat around the table. The ladies drank wine and the guys drank beer or whiskey. I stuck with beer. The older couples caught up, and we were asked about how we met and everything. The wives were in love with our story. Especially the part about my so-called heroics. Heather placed her hand on my knee as she talked to me and Aurora. Every time she removed her hand, she would place it higher up my thigh. Then it happened, Aurora asked Heather what she taught and which grade because Aurora didn’t move here until last year.

I froze. Heather said she taught ninth grade English. Aurora looked at me and put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, you were Slade’s teacher,” she exclaimed.

I turned bright red and Heather studied my face. The wine was getting to her, but she still had her faculties. She couldn’t figure out who I was. Then Aurora ran inside and grabbed a picture from her purse. It was our first picture together. She hurried back outside. Everyone had looked to see what was happening. Aurora stood next to Heather and held the picture up so she could see it. Heather’s eyes opened wide, “Sylvester?” she asked looking at the picture and then back at me.

“Yes, Mrs. Williams. It’s me Sylvester but I have always gone by the name Slade,” I said embarrassed.

“My you have sure grown up. I often wondered what would happen if I ever met a former student at something like this,” she said placing her hand very close to my hardening cock. “Was I a memorable teacher?”

“Very,” I said turning an even deeper red.

“Oh my god! You thought she was hot, didn’t you,” Aurora teased.

“Is that true Sylvester? Did you think I was a hot teacher,” Heather asked playfully.

I looked at Aurora and then Heather. I noticed that everyone around the table was listening now. “I did and you still are hot,” I finally said.

Heather blushed, “Would you like to fulfill one of my fantasies tonight?”

“Of course he would,” Aurora answered for me.

Heather leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I returned the kiss. We explored each other’s mouth for a time before being interrupted by Ron. “Save it for later you two. We are going to start making dinner in ten minutes.”

Heather sat back in her chair and patted my lap. Her hand touched my hard cock. She gasped and then she smiled the biggest smile she could and said, “Later, I promise.”

Cheryl winked at Heather knowing that she just touched my large cock. Aurora whispered in my ear, “This is going to be a fun night.”