Title: Late Summer Tangles
Author: Rysler
Date: 12/05/04
Rating: NC17
Pairing: (mini) Jack/Janet/Sam
Summary: It's high school, and Jack wants Janet, but Janet wants Sam, and hi-jinks (well, sex) ensue.
Notes: This work is amusing and completely non-canonical, even for mini!ot3, I was just too lazy to change the names. For ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
purple_shoes. Merry Christmas! Beware of what you wish for. ;)
"I can't believe school starts in three weeks," Sam mumbled.
Jack smirked as he tossed a balled-up sock at the mini basketball hoop that hung over his door. "Haven't finished all your homework for the next year, yet?"
"Fuck you." Her voice was muffled as she kept her head bent over the hard drive she was soldering. "It's just... " She shrugged a shoulder.
He threw another sock. "I can't wait. I miss...the rallies. Not that being cramped up here with you all summer hasn't been fun. But I want some action."
"You mean you want to get laid," Sam muttered.
Jack grinned. "Hell yeah. Senior year. Don't you?"
She lifted her head over the exposed computer tower. "You know that isn't going to happen."
"Oh, come on, Sam." He shook his head. "Not another year of your damn closet. It's hot, it's happening, it's in. Rita Jason is out, and she's popular."
"She's a Goth freak." Sam frowned. "I'm not going to fuck around with my future."
"You mean daddy's future?" Jack sneered.
She scowled. "Fuck. You."
He got off the bed. "You're so lame, Sam. If you got some action, you might loosen up. Until then, you're a downer." Jack stomped out and slammed the door behind him.
Sam bent back to her task, fiddling with a loose RAM strip. She was building his new gaming machine. He'd be back.
* * *
Janet Fraiser, pom poms in hand, watched Jack O'Neill walk beside the chain-link fence at the far end of the football field. She was captain of the squad for her senior year, a position she'd clawed and backstabbed and screwed to get, but all she was thinking about now was how delicious he looked in that black leather jacket and ski cap. "Take five!" She yelled to her team.
"Fraiser's going after the bad boy," she heard Carla snicker behind her as she strode across the field. So what? Half the school wanted him, and she had the clout. Besides, he had what she wanted. The aloof blonde that was often at his side. The girl who rode a motorcycle to school and never talked to anyone. Sam wasn't with him now. Janet wondered where she was. No matter. She'd still get what she wanted.
"Hey, Jack," she smiled, taking his side next to the fence.
He glanced over. "Hey...Janet."
She felt his eyes roving over her body. Her skin was flushed from the exercise, and she knew the tight cheerleading outfit left little to his imagination. "School's starting soon," she commented.
"Yeah." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and began packing it against his palm. The box made a sharp thwacking sound against his hand. They passed under a Drug-Free School Zone sign, and Janet smirked.
"So," she pressed. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime."
He gripped the cigarettes. "Sure. How's Saturday?"
"8 o'clock?"
Jack nodded. "Want me to pick you up?"
"Forrester's Trailer Park." She ignored his look of surprise. "I'll be outside the gates."
"See you then." The path forked and he veered away from the field.
She curled her lip over her bottom teeth and grinned, and then jogged back to practice.
* * *
They sat in the back of a movie theater, ignoring the movie and talking in low tones. They were the only ones in the movie, which Janet had guaranteed by picking the third run of some adult drama no one had wanted to see the first time.
"So," Janet purred, resting her head on Jack's shoulder. He'd awkwardly put his arm around her a half hour ago. "You and Sam are like, best friends?"
"Yup," he answered. "I can really talk to her. Not like..." He blushed, glancing at Janet. "Girls."
She laughed, a soft sound that tickled his ear. "She seems kind of dull to me."
"Well, I'm not going to marry her." Jack shifted, defensive. "But she's really fun, and on my level, and really smart."
"Her father is like, a General in the Air Force, right?" Janet fished.
Jack nodded, keeping one eye on the movie as he dared to brush her shoulder. "And she wants to be just like him."
"What's that mean?" She spoke next to his ear, so that her breath caressed his neck. "She wants to be a pilot? Like you?"
He shifted, and she knew he was flattered that she remembered his ambition. That he'd had a pilot's license since age nine. He'd only mentioned it six times on their date so far. "She wants to design spacecraft," he said, and Janet swallowed convulsively. Only really smart people got to do stuff like that--even wanted to--Sam's intelligence turned her on. She wanted to get closer. And the best path to her goal was stroking her shoulder like a mink coat.
"How many women have you been with?" Janet breathed against Jack's ear, as she slid her hand to his thigh. His body went tense at her touch, and she heard him stop breathing.
"Lots," he managed. She knew that after tonight his answer would change to one. His hand gripped her arm as she cupped his jeans, feeling his rigid hardness under her hand. He gasped. "Janet, maybe--"
She rubbed him and it took only moments for him to moan hoarsely, and the front of his jeans under her fingers became warm and wet.
He cursed. "Fuck. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry." She stroked his abdomen. "We can do it again."
"When?"
He looked at her; his wide eyes illuminated the flickering reflection of the movie. She could tell he'd do anything to repeat the experience. Men were so easy. "Now," she decided. Jack leaned back in the chair as she worked open his fly and pulled out his half-hard, slippery cock.
"Thank you," he stuttered. She bent her head and took him into her mouth, rolling the head of his penis around her tongue. His hands found her hair. "You're so hot," he managed, before his groans became incoherent. She went down on him, her throat opening, relaxed in the pleasure of her accomplishment, and in the confidence of accomplishments to come.
* * *
He parked his father's truck outside the trailer park, and leaned over to kiss Janet. She suffered the warm touch of his lips as she unfastened her seat belt. "Hey, Jack, can we do this next week?"
"Sure!" He said. "Uh, if nothing cooler comes up."
She managed not to laugh in his face. "And, maybe bring Sam?" At his confused look, she placated him. "I want to meet your friends," she purred, and patted his thigh.
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you next weekend."
She opened the door. "Bye, Jack."
"Later."
She watched the truck speed off, and through the cloud of dust it left behind, walked into the park.
* * *
Jack found himself on Sam's bed, watching her play Super Mario Brothers on her 27" LCD. "Retro," he commented.
She rolled her eyes. "How was your date?"
"How'd you know about that?"
"You told me. A gazillion times." Sam smirked. "Plus, it was all over the school message boards."
"God." Jack groaned into a pillow. "Now I know why I never read those things. What does it say?"
"Nothing but rampant speculation. Janet, usually a voracious gossiper, has refused to talk."
"She's nice. Totally poor."
"Janet Fraiser? A.k.a. Britney Spears?"
"Yup. Trailer park poor." Jack rolled over onto his back and grinned. "And I...got deflowered."
Sam dropped the controller. She leaned over the side of the bed and picked it up to pause the game. "Congratulations! You're a man now."
He laughed. "Yeah, right."
"What's she like?" Sam didn't look at him as she asked.
Jack eyed Sam. "You think she's hot?"
Sam shrugged and restarted the video game. "She's the head cheerleader. Of course she is."
Jack grinned. "I boned the head cheerleader."
"And you're planning on bragging?" She snorted. "Classy."
"Nah. Just you." Jack stretched. "Mainly because... She wants to hang out with you. With--us. On Saturday."
Sam stared at the screen. "Uh, okay."
"Good. It'll be fun." Jack looked at the ceiling. "Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you still a virgin?" He was unnerved by her answering chortling. "You're not?" He propped himself up on an elbow and gazed at her profile.
She glanced down at him. "Rita Jason."
"The Goth chick?!"
"Yup. With the long, black fingernails." Sam shifted her seat. "Never again."
Jack laughed so hard, he nearly wet the bed.
* * *
Janet tugged her sweater tighter around her body as she heard the roar of a motorcycle in the distance. Sam was coming to pick her up. Jack had come home drunk Friday night, and his father had grounded him, but he'd said with a guilty conscience that the girls should go out without him. His misery shouldn't affect their fun. Janet was inclined to agree. Sam had to be coaxed, but here she was, roaring up on her bike.
Sam parked next to Janet, a few feet away as not to spray her with dirt, and took off her helmet. "Hi," she said, with a shy smile.
Janet responded with a smile of her own. "Hi." Sam's hair was plastered to her forehead from the helmet, and Janet wanted to ruffle it, and feel the sweaty strands between her fingers.
"So," Sam prompted, when Janet just kept staring at her. "Dinner? Movie? What do cheerleaders do for fun?"
What, indeed. "How about a ride on your bike? Do you know anyplace with a view?" Janet hefted her purse.
"The desert's a half hour away. Best view you've ever seen." Sam gave her a lopsided grin. "Will you be cold?" She took in Janet's short skirt and flimsy sweater.
"I'll be fine." Janet stepped toward the bike.
Sam nodded and handed her the spare helmet. Janet settled behind her on the bike, her thighs gripping metal, her arms encircling Sam's waist. She snuggled against Sam's back, surprised to feel taut muscles where she'd expected leanness. Sam kicked the stand and started the bike. Janet held on, shivering against Sam's body heat, as they raced into the night.
* * *
"Do you come out here often?" Janet murmured. They were side by side on a blanket, looking up at the stars. In the desert, the starlight stretched from horizon to horizon. Janet wondered if there were thousands of stars, or millions. She couldn't name a single constellation. She wanted to ask Sam, but it would mean coming off as a dork, so she waited for the answer to her question, instead.
Sam tilted her head, looking away from the sky and at Janet. "Yeah. All the time, to think. That's why I had the blanket."
"Are there…scorpions?" Janet looked around nervously. She'd wanted to take off her shoes, bury her toes in the dirt, but she'd never been to the desert at night.
Sam laughed. "No. Just us."
Janet half-sat, looking down at Sam. "You're not like other people at school."
"Good." Sam watched an airplane cross the sky. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Jack says you want to build spaceships." At Sam's nod, Janet continued. "That's like, so far out into the future. Most people live in the now. Or a week from now." She shook her head.
"And you don't?" Sam's tone was slightly accusatory.
"I want to get out."
"Of the trailer park?" Sam prompted, rolling her head to look into Janet's face.
Janet nodded her head. "I'm going to be a doctor. Extra-curricular credit helps. 'Leadership' will go a long way."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Doctors are rich." Janet let out a short laugh.
Sam was silent.
"And doctors can do things other people can't." Janet grinned.
"You like power."
Janet shrugged.
Sam looked again at the stars, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Janet's dark form descending, until the cheerleader's mouth was on hers, and she was reaching up to embrace Janet and hold her there, indulgent in the kiss.
When Janet lifted her head, after nips and nuzzles across Sam's upper lip, Sam gasped, "Jack?"
"Trust me," Janet purred, dipping to kiss Sam again. She sought Sam's tongue, and found it waiting to roughly capture her own. Sam knew what she was doing, and Janet trembled at the promise of experience she'd rarely encountered in high school. She moved her lips to Sam's cheek. "How many women have you been with?"
"Enough," Sam answered hoarsely. She slid her hands to Janet's hips.
Janet smiled, her lips curving against Sam's jaw. "Show me."
Sam rolled over, pushing Janet onto her back, and straddling her, kneeling with one knee between Janet's legs. She kissed Janet again, and slid her hand under Janet's sweater. Janet's stomach contracted at Sam's cold touch, and her nipples hardened in anticipation of the chill. Sam's tongue was hot and urgent in her mouth, and she clutched at the blonde's shoulders. Usually, Janet was the one on top, but she wasn't willing to do anything to stop Sam's caresses.
"How does it feel," Janet moaned, as Sam pulled up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the desert, "To be fucking the head cheerleader?" She was laying half on the blanket and half in the soil.
"Hard," Sam said, as she flicked her tongue over one pointed nipple. Her hand crept under Janet's skirt. "Wet." She nuzzled the curve of Janet's breast. "Warm."
"Please, Sam." Janet clamped her thighs around the hand teasing her wet panties. "Touch me."
Sam grinned, scooting down, forcing Janet's legs apart. "How many people do you beg?"
"You," Janet gasped. "Just you." Sam's tongue caressed the cloth covering her center and she moaned, parting her legs further, wantonly. She touched Sam's hair but the blonde reached up to grab her wrists, pressing them to her sides as she lapped at her inner thighs, tasting arousal and sweat.
"Since the bike?" Sam murmured, nosing aside the panties and nibbling at the revealed dark curls.
"Since the idea of the bike," Janet confessed. She looked at the stars as Sam fondled her, hissing, but keeping her eyes open, as a finger penetrated her. Then Sam's tongue brushed over her clitoris, twice, and Janet came, bucking against Sam's mouth. She rolled her head against the ground, not caring about the dirt that clung to her exertion.
Sam settled down onto the blanket again. "Don't worry about your reputation," she said to Janet, "I don't kiss and tell."
Janet, panting, had to wonder just how many people had heard that line from Sam's lips.
* * *
Later, Sam taught her how to find the North Star, as Janet gave her a hand job. She'd fallen asleep for at least ten minutes, and surprised Sam by working down the zipper of her jeans before Janet even revealed that she was awake.
Janet loved Sam's heat, and how the wetness coated her fingers, causing the coarse denim to chafe her knuckles. She loved the scent of the leather under her cheek, and how shallow her breathing became when Janet's middle finger stroked her clitoris. But now, with her seduction accomplished, with Sam close to coming against her hand, Janet found herself missing Jack.
His bravado was different than Sam's danger. He was more conventional, and where he was daring, Sam was cautious. The girl was even silent as Janet caressed her. Jack offered her naughty side exposure, while Sam offered a wicked, secret indulgence. Janet realized, ashamed, that she wanted to flaunt it, just a little. Maybe she wasn't as ready to grow up as she'd thought.
Sam cried out, and clutched Janet's hand, guiding her movements through her jeans. Janet smiled, buried her face against Sam's neck, and lived in the glorious moment of Sam's orgasm.
* * *
"You slept with my girlfriend!" Jack screeched, kicking the side of the bed, making a faint oomph sound against the mattress.
Sam winced. "Look." She tapped the computer tower. "I've got Half-Life 2 running at full graphics!"
"Fuck the computer." Jack growled and paced. "I just…I just…"
"She wants to see you again. She likes you." Sam tried to placate him.
"I know." Jack stopped and stared at her. "She called."
"Then what--" Sam asked, trying to interpret Jack's contorted expression.
"I just thought," Jack said, finally calming, "That if you were going to sleep with someone, it would be me, not my girlfriend."
Sam blinked. "Oh."
"Stupid, I know." Jack sat on the edge of the bed. His shoulders slumped. "But you didn't have to make it so starkly fucking obvious."
She abandoned the computer and moved to his side, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry." Sam bit her lip. "I've… thought about it."
"But now you're with Janet," he pointed out.
"And you're with Janet."
Jack looked over at her. "We're both--?"
Sam shrugged, and rested her chin on his shoulder. "She's kind of hot. But…if I had to choose, you're my best friend. I wouldn't abandon you for her. But please don't make me make that choice."
"You and her. And me and her." Jack furrowed his brow. "At the same time?"
"You want to watch?" Sam laughed, sitting up straighter and pushing at him. "You perv."
"Sharing is caring," he sang.
"Okay," she conceded. "You can watch me taste every inch of her skin."
Jack threw himself back on the bed. "I love lesbians."
* * *
Sam was on her back, naked, and straining under Janet, who panted against her ear. Jack was behind Janet, sitting up straight. His cock was inside her, and his hands gripped her ass, squeezing her flesh jealously as he watched over Janet's shoulder.
Janet was cradled by Jack's broad-shouldered strength and Sam's soft heat. She moaned and ground her thigh against Sam, revelling in how the girl arched to meet her thrusts. Jack's fucking matched their movements. Janet felt his penis stretching her even as her own wetness mingled with Sam's.
Sam's breasts were against her chest and Janet rubbed against the hard nipples. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Sam, not finding a path between them to touch Janet, slid her hand down Janet's back instead, and worked two fingers into the crack of Janet's ass.
Janet bucked, and bit into Sam's shoulder. Jack, still eager and virginal in the best circumstances, was pushed over the edge with the visual of Janet's exposed, puckered asshole, and Sam's hand so close to his cock. He groaned harshly as he spilled into Janet, spurting into the condom he was wearing.
"Jack," Janet moaned. "Jack, God, Jack." She cried out his name, but it was Sam's thigh she came against, as Jack's weight sagged against her back, pushing her into the girl underneath her. "Jack," she sighed, as she licked Sam's ear. "I knew there was a reason we kept him around."
When Jack rolled off of them, collapsing onto his back on the bed, Sam linked her legs over Janet's. Janet rode her, letting her mouth find Sam's breast, until Sam shook in her arms, whimpering with climax.
"I didn't know," Sam said, when she finally caught her breath, "That it could be so…"
"Fun?" Janet offered.
"Hot?" Jack grunted.
"Simple." Sam exhaled. "Fun. Hot. Whatever."
"School starts Monday. You gonna be around?" Jack addressed to Janet.
"Hell yeah."
"I'm not going to any football games," Sam complained. "No matter how high your skirt flies up."
"Your presence is only required at one." Janet sighed. "I can't wait until Homecoming."
Title: Homecoming Dance
Author: Rysler
Date: 12/19/04
Rating: NC17
Pairing: mini!ot3 (Jack/Sam/Janet)
Summary: Sequel to "Late Summer Tangles." (Yes, read that one first). It's homecoming, and the upcoming dance intensifies relationships.
Notes: More angst this time around. Thanks to Hope and Sylvia for checking over things.
Written for teryl_brat42. Merry Christmas! I apologize for all the het-sex that may not make this the best present ever. But you were still inspiring.
"Sam, can you come to the kitchen for a minute?" Jacob called down the hallway.
Sam glanced at Jack O'Neill, who was sprawled on his stomach typing at her computer. He twitched, probably in response to the video game. "Be right there!" She called.
When she wandered into the kitchen, General Jacob Carter was leaning against the counter. "What were you doing in there with Jack, Sam?"
"Physics homework." She frowned. "What's up, Dad?"
Jacob shifted, pushing himself off the counter. "I've noticed you've been hanging out after school a lot more."
Sam's cheeks turned pink. She linked her hands together and examined her fingers.
"I'm a little confused as to which--who you're seeing," he stumbled. "But I feel I need to say--"
"What?" Sam's head came up. "What do you need to say, Dad?"
His expression hardened. "Whatever you're doing, Sam, don't let it affect your future."
"My _future_?"
"You're more important than some high school fling," he insisted, rushing ahead with what seemed to her to be a prepared speech. "You need to keep perspective."
"Dad!"
Jacob lifted his hand to shush her, and then reached behind him for a grocery store plastic bag. "I got you some things, Sam." He dumped the bag on the kitchen island.
Sam stalked over to get a closer view of what he was pulling out.
"Condoms," he listed, dropping a box on the table. "Dental dams," he announced.
Her face was bright red. "Dad, what do you think--"
"An appointment with the base gynecologist on Thursday." Jacob forced himself to smile. "You'll get to miss school."
"Dad!"
"I'm sorry if this is embarrassing, Sam, but I won't see your career in the Air Force compromised by pregnancy or...indiscretions. I'm not asking. I'm not telling. Just--think of space, Sam."
Sam snatched the piece of paper with the appointment listing on it off the counter. "Wouldn't it be easier to throw me out for taking an interest in someone? Like you did to Mark?"
"Goddamnit, Sam." Jacob made a fist and pounded the counter. He inhaled. His face contorted into an expression Sam hadn't seen in five years. "I'm trying to help," he finally said.
"Stop trying to be a father," she growled. "It's creeping me out."
Back in her room, Jack looked over her shoulder at her stormy arrival. "You okay? I heard yelling."
"He..." Sam began to pace. "He..."
Jack paused the game and rolled onto his side. "He what, Sam? Tell you if you get an A- in physics you can't play with his guns?"
"He..." Sam stammered again, and then dug into the bag and threw a box of condoms on the bed in front of Jack.
Jack scrambled back. "Gross!"
"No, shit."
"He doesn't expect us to have sex, does he?" Jack's face was white as he pressed himself against the wall. "Like, right now?"
"God, I hope not," she answered. "He can't decide whether I'm dating you, or Janet."
Jack allowed himself a slow grin. "The General probably doesn't know how his geeky daughter nailed the head cheerleader."
She blushed and picked up her physics book.
"How _did_ you nail the head cheerleader?"
Sam met his eyes. "What do you think is going on?"
"Don't you think she's playing us for fools?" Jack offered. "I mean, it's fun, but… What's she getting out of this? A good lay? And this Homecoming dance thing? Come on."
Sam tapped the tip of her pencil against her teeth. His points were reasonable, but she'd bought into the relationship more than he had. For good reason…
* * *
Janet's eyes held light reflected from the fire they'd built illegally in the desert, and she was smiling at Sam. They were naked and curled together under coarse Navajo quilts and the clothes Janet wanted to protect from the dirt. Sam could see their breath as it mingled and rose. Despite the fire, the season had turned cold, but Janet had insisted on coming to their favorite spot, 'Just one more time.'
When Sam returned the grin, shyly, Janet rewarded her by cupping her face in a bare, cold hand. "You have no idea…" She whispered.
Sam turned to press her mouth to Janet's palm. "I really don't."
Janet giggled, tracing Sam's lip with her thumb. "I need you." She leaned in and kissed Sam's chapped lips, and when she pulled back, she whispered, "You're going to get me out of here, Sam."
"How?" Sam sounded bewildered.
Janet slipped her arms around Sam's waist, tugging her closer under the blankets. "It's not a how, Sam. It's not a formula or a scientific theory or a step-by-step empirical process. It's just…a way of existing."
"I don't understand," Sam said, as Janet tucked her head into the crook of her shoulder. She felt Janet's cold nose rub against her neck.
"Not everything is quantifiable, Sam."
"Yet." Sam grinned, winking at the starry sky above her.
"What about moral codes? Your soul?" Janet nuzzled Sam's skin. "I believe there's something innate inside of us."
"I…" Sam bit her lip. "Don't."
"I know you don't." Janet lifted her head, pressing a cold kiss to Sam's cheek before arching above her. "Trust me."
"I trust you."
Janet grinned. "Good." She straddled Sam's thigh. "Now make love to me."
Sam lowered Janet back to the blanket, keeping their legs entwined. She covered Janet's mouth with her own, trapping the tendrils of breath between them. Her tongue found Janet's mouth hot and welcoming. Her hand, sliding up Janet's thigh, found her center the same.
Janet gasped against Sam's mouth. Sam's finger parted her lips, and Janet felt the cold intrusion of a single finger slipping into her. She moaned, clutching at Sam's shoulders. "Only you can make me feel this way, Sam."
Sam's finger slid out of Janet and stroked her clitoris, and Janet trembled. Sam watched her eyelids close. "Like what?"
Janet thrust her hips, trying to find Sam's finger again. Sam retreated. She teased Janet's dark curls and waited for an answer. Janet conceded. "Helpless." She reached between her legs to grab Sam's wrist. "Touch me. Please."
Sam entered her again with two fingers, pressing the heel of her hand against Janet. Janet's heat and wetness coated her skin. She watched Janet's face contort in passion, and leaned in to kiss her. Janet returned the kiss, biting at her lips as she bucked against her hand. Sam felt Janet's orgasm against her fingers. Janet trembled, clinging to her shoulders. She moaned against Sam's ear. "No one else can do that, Sam."
She settled against Sam, pressing her face into Sam's chest, so that Sam felt the sweat against her skin. "You're very good," she murmured.
Sam blushed, dropping her head to kiss Janet's hair.
"Very good," Janet repeated. "And good girls deserve to be rewarded." She slid lower, her mouth finding Sam's breast. Sam gave herself over to her prize.
Later, they fell asleep tangled together under the blankets, waking reluctantly when the fire died and left them chilled.
* * *
…Sam remembered how slowly they had put on their clothes, despite the cold air, knowing it meant going their separate ways. She glanced at Jack, wondering if he'd ever fallen asleep in Janet's arms. "Do you really think she asked us to go to the homecoming dance with each other so she wouldn't have to choose?"
"Nah." Jack shrugged. "I think she did that so she wouldn't have to associate with us too much." He stretched, running his fingers over the keyboard. "What do you think she really wants?"
"Sex?"
He laughed. "No. I mean, out of life."
Sam shrugged. "What do you want?"
"I want to be a fighter pilot. And I want a family. That's my simple plan."
"I want the same thing." Sam bit her lip.
Jack looked up at her. "With Janet?"
"I don't think…That would be possible." Sam exhaled.
"Yeah." Jack rolled onto his stomach. "When I look at her… I kind of think…high school is it. She thinks too big."
Sam nodded. "But…"
"But…" Jack agreed. They didn't look at each other. He reached out and prodded the box of condoms with his index finger. "Ew."
* * *
Sam tugged her leather jacket more tightly around herself. "Why are we here again?"
"It's Homecoming?" Jack offered. He was peering through his binoculars at the cheerleaders.
"It's _Homecoming_?" Sam growled, and then cursed. "Why can't they have Homecoming in fucking August? When we're all returning to school?"
"I think it's a harvest festival thing," Jack murmured. "Here." He passed her the binoculars.
She peered through them, just in time to see Janet climb to the top of a cheerleading pyramid. "Ah. I see why we're really here."
"To look at Janet's ass," Jack praised her.
"Oh yeah."
"Speaking of… Did you buy a dress for the dance?"
Sam glared at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Aw, come on." Jack pushed her shoulder. "It's a once in a lifetime thing."
"You better believe it." Sam had, in fact, taken her daddy's credit card to Belk's. A salesperson spotted her, interpreted her expression of fear, and took her by the hand. In 15 minutes Sam had paid for a dress and escaped.
"It's fucking cold," Sam commented.
"Focus on. The. Ass."
She sighed.
* * *
Jacob knocked on the door of Sam's bedroom. "Jack's here."
"Tell him I'll be just a minute," Sam called. Footsteps retreated, and then returned.
"Can I come in?" Jacob asked.
Sam sighed. "Sure."
Jacob stepped into her bedroom, closing the door behind him. "Wow, Sam, you look beautiful. Your mother would have been proud."
Sam cringed. She focused on applying lip-gloss.
"Jack, though? Do you really have to go to the dance with him?"
"We're just going as friends," Sam murmured, pursing her lips. "I thought you liked him. He's going into the Air Force."
"He's a flyboy. Always has been. I don't see him as having much of a future, Sam."
Like the girl at the trailer park? "I promise I won't marry him."
"Or…" Jacob gave her a thin smile in the mirror.
"Become impregnated with flyboy spawn."
"That's my girl." He leaned over and kissed her hair. "You look beautiful."
Sam exhaled. "Thanks dad."
"Now go. Your _friend_ is waiting. And he brought a limo."
"He what?" Sam dropped the gloss and darted from the bedroom. Jack was waiting in the foyer, with flowers, which he nearly dropped as soon as he saw her.
"Holy shit."
Sam took his arm. "I'm ready. Bye dad!"
"Be safe, honey!" General Carter called from the hallway.
She dragged Jack out to the limo.
"Holy shit," he repeated. "You look…amazing. Beautiful. Stunning."
"You're hard already, aren't you?" Sam said as she crawled into the back seat.
Jack turned red. "Well, yeah." He settled into the car and pushed the button to raise the shield between them and the driver. "It'll take us twenty minutes to get to the hotel." He covered her hand with his.
"I am not having sex with you." Sam frowned, turning to look out the window.
"Come on, Sam." Jack scooted closer to her. "If you saw you, what would you do? We've had sex before."
"With Janet."
Jack kissed her shoulder. Sam exhaled. The touch felt good. She turned and kissed him, tasting his lips, uniquely Jack. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, larger and thicker than Janet's, but just as warm, as he licked at her tongue. Sam succumbed, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting herself be pushed into the side door.
She was pressed uncomfortably between the door handle and Jack's hard-on, which was burning her thigh through his trousers. "Jack," she gasped, when he squeezed her breast. "No." She felt him sigh against her ear, and then he pulled away, retreating to his side of the limo.
"I think the best thing Janet ever did," he said, panting and glancing at her, "Is make me notice you."
Sam looked at him. "Really?" Freed from the imminent prospect of his touches, Sam straightened up and allowed herself to smile. "You can…finish."
"I can what?"
"It's flattering. It's kind of hot." Sam blushed. "As long as you don't…"
"Right." Jack reached for the zipper of his trousers. "Do you have any Kleenex?"
Sam laughed. She opened her purse--given to her by the Belks salesperson along with the dress--and tossed her travel pack of tissues to Jack.
"Thanks." He reached into his fly, and then glanced at her. "This is embarrassing. Maybe you shouldn't watch."
Sam leaned forward. "You don't want me to watch?"
"Uh…" Jack caught her gaze. "Holy." He drew his penis into view, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. "Nice dress, Sam."
"You're such a typical guy," Sam murmured, shifting on the seat. She was more aroused than she would ever admit, and his kisses still tingled on her lips. She pressed her thighs together.
Jack closed his eyes. "Think about sex every seven seconds," he said. His hand slid up and down, gentle and rapid. Sam's gaze was riveted to the way his fingers teased the head.
"Do you do this every time you see a girl in a hot dress? Like the girls in those naughty magazines you have under your bed?"
"Keep…talking…" Jack's head pressed against the seatback as his hand moved between his legs.
Sam shivered at the power her voice held over him. "Do you think they'd let you sit this close? Like I do?" He groaned in response and the sound was intoxicating. So this is why Janet did what she did. "Do you think they'd ever let you touch them?" She paused, and his head tilted slightly toward her. He was yearning for the words. "Maybe if there was another girl in the room…"
"Sam…" He grunted as he came, spurting into the wad of Kleenex. "I can't believe you did that." His face was flushed and sweaty, and he gasped for breath.
She blushed. "You tell anyone…even Janet… and I know where to find my daddy's gun."
"Deal." He tossed the soggy tissues on the floor. By the time the limo arrived at the dance, he had composed himself and straightened his clothes. Sam remained wet, warm, and wanting.
* * *
"Have you seen Janet yet?" Sam murmured into Jack's shoulder, as they swayed together to a slow tune. The school had hired a live band that inexplicably played only songs from the 1980s. After a half hour, Sam would have killed for an Avril Lavinge song. And she hated Avril Lavigne. "My feet are starting to hurt," she complained.
"I'm sure she'll make this worth our while. She always does."
Sam muttered, "Maybe she got distracted by some of her other playmates. Did she say who she was coming with?"
"She's coming alone," Jack reminded her. He sang in her ear. "I will be waiting… Time after time…"
"You're no Cyndi. And neither are those guys." Sam sighed. "I need another drink."
"No more drinks. Miles to go before you sleep, baby. Miles to go."
"Hopefully," Sam grumbled.
"I don't know," Janet's voice came from behind them, "Which would cause more of a scandal." Jack turned them so that they were profiled to Janet, who stood five feet away, in a cherry red party dress that revealed tanned shoulders and thighs. "Dancing with the bad boy, or dancing with another woman?"
"You could take turns," Sam suggested. She left her head on Jack's shoulder, her lips curving into a pout.
"Oh, no." Janet shook her head. "One dance tonight. One appearance. And then we're going upstairs. I'm almost bored already." She offered her hand to Sam. "Dance with me."
Sam took her hand, pushing away from Jack. Janet slid her arms around Sam's shoulders. The music's tempo increased, so that Sam actually had to dance, rather than just cling to Janet's waist. She laughed at her own clumsiness as Janet shimmied in front of her, sliding down her body. "Don't you worry what they'll think?"
Janet turned to face Jack and pushed upward, until her ass ground into Sam's waist. "I know exactly what they'll think. That I'm a poser, and I'll score points for being trendy and rebellious and sexy. It's downright audacious of me. They won't remember you. You're just the token lesbian."
"How do you know all this?" Sam's hands slid down Janet's sides. "You have so much power, you control the school… You're always telling me how smart I am, but I…don't get it."
Janet turned in Sam's arms, standing on her toes to whisper in Sam's ear, "Do you know how to make a nuclear bomb?" She punctuated her question by brushing her tongue against Sam's throat.
Sam arched her neck. "Yes."
"That's power, Sam." Janet bit Sam's throat. "Real power."
Sam moaned, and then glanced over Janet's shoulder. Jack watched them from several feet away. He held a paper cup, and he was frowning. She could tell he was jealous. Janet noticed her expression and looked over, her lips curving into a smile. "I think it's time for the real party."
* * *
"You got the reservation?" Sam asked as Jack slid his key into the slot upstairs. They could still hear the bass of the party beneath the balcony.
Jack grinned. "My dad's so proud of me."
Sam rolled her eyes.
They went inside, and Jack turned on the lights. Sam made sure the door was locked. Janet walked to the center of the room, and looked around. One king-sized bed, one television, one chair. Jack dropped his suit jacket and shared an awkward glance with Sam, and then looked at Janet.
Waiting.
Janet smiled. "Jack," she said, keeping her eyes on Sam. "Undress me."
He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She sighed and closed her eyes. Sam, not being a part of the order, kicked off her heels, managed to suppress a groan of relief, and knelt on the bed.
Jack drew back Janet's hair, and kissed her neck. Janet sighed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched Sam settle against the headboard, still in her gown. She felt cool air against her back as Jack drew down the zipper of her dress, and then she felt his warm mouth between her shoulder blades. She arched into the touch. "Jack," she sighed. "You're going to be a real heartbreaker."
He stayed silent, but slipped his hands under the parted folds of her dress, and pushed the fabric forward off her arms. Sam gasped. Janet grinned. Jack unclasped her bra and pulled it down. Sam stared openly at Janet's bare breasts before Jack reached around Janet's waist to cover them with his hands. Janet leaned back in his arms. He bent his head to kiss her. Their mouths mingled, Janet angling her head awkwardly to bite at his lips.
Sam leaned forward, her mouth slightly agape, her lips dry. Her nipples tingled in response to the caresses Jack gave to Janet's breasts. Her legs parted slightly. Her gown slipped down her thigh, exposing her knee.
Janet drew back from the kiss, pursing her lips and smiling at Jack's dazed expression. "Let's switch places."
Jack stepped forward, and Janet slid behind him. Sam could only see her hands at his sides, as she tugged his dress shirt out of his trousers. She moaned when Janet's hand disappeared, rubbing his abdomen under the fabric. "Do you like what you see, Sam?" Janet asked.
Sam locked eyes with Jack. She damped her lips, and only answered, "Janet…"
Janet yanked Jack's shirt up, until he had to pull it over his head himself, and as he was lowering his hands, she reached around his waist, unzipped his trousers, and tugged them down along with his briefs. He managed to kick off his loafers and step out of the pants, balancing against Janet's hands on his hips.
She pressed against his back, crushing her breasts against him. "God, you feel so good." Jack, exposed and hard in the middle of a hotel room, grinned lazily. Sam watched, enthralled with the way Janet's tanned fingers were sliding across the pale skin of his thigh.
"Sam," Janet called.
She immediately rolled onto her knees on the bed, her gown bunching around her waist. She strained to see her lover, but only Janet's hand was visible, as fingers tangled in dark public hair, but avoided the half-hard penis.
"Sam," Janet repeated. She peeked around Jack's arm. "Suck him."
"What?" Sam balked. "I don't think--"
"Please? I want to see you. I want to watch." Janet purred, her voice dropping an octave.
Sam looked at Jack, but his eyes were closed, as if he were praying that this would work out to his benefit.
Janet knelt at his feet, and dug in the right pocket of his trousers. She found a condom and tossed it on the bed in front of Sam. "Use this. It'll taste less like--"
"Cock," Sam finished. She unwrapped the condom and then prodded Jack's abdomen. "How does this…uh…"
He opened his eyes and took the condom from her, rolling it onto his penis.
Janet chuckled. "You so practice that at home when you're jerking off."
"Being this smooth doesn't happen overnight," Jack murmured, and blushed.
Sam furrowed her brow, kneeling in front of him.
"Baby," Janet purred, reaching out to touch Sam's blonde hair, "You look so hot…"
Sam closed her eyes and stretched her tongue out as far as she could, until it brushed the tip of Jack's cock. He moaned. Sam gasped and opened her eyes. Janet laughed, the sound throaty and soft. She stroked Sam's cheek. Sam leaned forward another few inches, and covered the head with her lips. She sucked, pushing her tongue against the tip.
"Oh, God," Jack breathed. His body arched, and he pushed against Sam's mouth. She took in another half-inch, her lips stretching around him. "Minty," she mumbled.
Janet chuckled. "You bought flavored condoms?"
"I didn't think," Jack said breathlessly, "Taste would really be…an issue." He cupped Sam's cheek, opposite Janet's hand.
Janet moved to Sam's side, her hand sliding to Sam's shoulder. "Just a little more, Sam." She could see saliva between Sam's mouth and the rubber. Janet unzipped Sam's gown as she moaned and arched forward, letting Jack guide the movements of her head.
"Harder, Sam," Jack begged. "Just a little."
Janet knelt behind Sam, pushing her gown up over her hips. "Sam, this dress is amazing," she murmured, "And you are so wet."
Sam mumbled around Jack's cock. Though she was the only one still wearing clothes, she was the most helpless, pinned between them. Janet pushed her panties down to her thighs, and licked Sam with a languid, wet stroke. Sam moaned, pushing back against Janet's tongue, tightening her mouth around Jack's cock, and mimicking what she wanted Janet to do her.
Janet looked over Sam's bottom and up at Jack, who met her gaze. She swirled her tongue across Sam's asshole, probing at the tight muscle until Sam shuddered. "She tastes so good," Janet murmured. "Don't you wish you were tasting her right now?" She said to Jack, before burying her face in Sam's wetness.
Jack grunted. His hips thrust toward Sam's mouth. His eyes would flutter closed, and then open again to peek at what Janet was doing to the woman sucking him off.
Janet brushed her tongue across Sam's clitoris, and felt Sam's trembling against her cheek. She drew back slightly. "Does your jaw hurt, baby?"
Sam mumbled an affirmative.
"Lick his balls. He'll come. I want you both to come at the same time." Janet resumed her soft lapping.
Sam pulled back from Jack's cock. "Powermonger," she muttered, before nuzzling into Jack's crotch. She felt Janet giggle against her, before a small, pointed tongue entered her. Sam moaned and kissed the base of Jack's penis.
Jack yanked off the condom and grabbed his cock. "I can't believe I'm surrounded by hot girls and all I do is jerk off," he complained, stroking himself.
"We're only warming up," Janet said. She held swollen lips apart and pressed the flat of her tongue against Sam. Sam whimpered, and then lowered her head to bite into Jack's thigh as she came.
Jack groaned. "I'm going to--" He took in the sight of Sam shaking with orgasm and he climaxed. He spurted onto Sam's hair and back, gasping for breath.
Sam pulled away from Janet's kisses and sat up. Her gown fell off her torso and bunched at her waist. Janet fell onto her back on the bed. "Nice," she commented.
Jack mopped at his brow, and then glanced down at Sam.
She grinned.
Jack and Sam dove toward Janet, lying down on either side of her. Their hands moved between her thighs, their fingers tangling as they explored her. When their lips each found a nipple, Janet convulsed. "I always knew," she whimpered, "That you'd eventually team up against me."
* * *
Sam snored against Janet's shoulder. Jack, on Sam's other side, grinned stupidly at the ceiling.
Janet pursed her lips. "Can we stay here all night?"
"Check-out's at noon," Jack mumbled.
"It'd be nice," Janet whispered, her breath tousling Sam's hair, "If we could stay here forever."