Jennifer's World: The College Years Ch. 15

Hello Readers!
I want to apologize for my long absence. First, I had medical and financial issues that required my full attention, and could not devote any time to writing. Second, because of my invitation from Chapter 14, I received a couple dozen emails with ideas for future stories, and I endeavored to put them all in. I still make the invitation: If you have a story idea that you wish to see in Jennifer’s world, email me the idea and I will do my best to get it in there.

Now, since it has been 4 months, I suggest you read Chapter 14 first to get the background. Otherwise, thank you for letting me ramble here. Enjoy the story!

“Get out, you little bitch!”

James Tarvo slammed the door behind him. He had just returned to get the last of his things from the apartment that he and his lover, Aaron Thurgood, had shared for the past two years when Aaron started yelling at him about not having any compassion.

“No compassion do I, you little queen?” James thought severely. “Just wait until that strumpet you have now does to you what you did to me. Then we will see who has compassion.”

James shouldered the bag he had and went back down to his car. It was filled to almost bursting with his other possessions. He shoved the bag into the backk as best he could, got in, and roared off.

James wondered why he wasn’t mad. He figured he had a right, after he caught Aaron with that other boy from the bar. It wasn’t all, though, but he thought it was the last straw, and would be best to end the relationship.

Turning on to the Freeway, James grabbed his cell phone, and dialed a number ha has known by heart for most of his 22 years. He called his sister.

The phone rang, then clicked. “Hello?” said a woman’s voice.

“Hi Beth,” James said. “Hey, you got time to talk with me, sis?”

“Not right at the moment, Jim. Can I call you back in a bit?”

“Uh, it’s a little important. Actually, I’m on my way to you. I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”

“Oh! Well, I should have time when you get here, then. That soon enough?”

“Perfect, sis. I’ll see you then. Say hi to Patty for me.”

“Um, yeah. I’ll see you in a couple. Bye.”

James heard the click , and looked at his phone in confusion before throwing it on the passenger seat. “What did I say?” he asked himself.

The drive from Point Kortur to Allenfield was a long, boring one. He tuned the radio to his favorite station, and settled in for the drive.

He always liked the landscape he drove through when he went to his sister’s house. He was particularly fond of the wheat fields when they were in bloom. It was the middle of February, though, so the fields were bare. A cold rain the night before left the earth wet, and the aroma was in the air. Having been brought up on a farm, he always loved that smell.

He started musing over the event that led up to his leaving Aaron, but he could see no way that it could have been avoided. Aaron was adamant in his requests, and finally demands, and he wanted no part of it. He had left in a pique tweo nights ago, and did not return until someitme yesterday.

When He had come home from work, he found Aaron fucking a man they both knew from the bar they frequented. That, in itself, hadn’t bother him; indeed, both he and Aaron had found others to “have fun” with. It was the leash in Aaron’s hand that was attached to the collar on the other man’s throat that had gotten to him.

James was getting near. He saw the sign for the Cetnerville exit, and knew he was about 15 minutes away.

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“So, How’d it go?”

Paul’s question brought Elaine out of her reverie. Three days ago she had had the best sex she could have ever imagined, and with people she knew nothing about.

“It was fantastic, ” Elaine said simply, smiling.

“Hunh,” Paul grunted. “You’ve been walking around with this dreamy look on your face for the past two days.”

“I know. Sorry. I can’t help myself. That Jennifer is one special person!”

“That’s true…”

“She said she will try to help me, and she offered to-‘help’- me through in the interim. Did you know this about her?”

“I suspected, but wasn’t sure. Most of the people she associates with seem jealously possessive of her; Men and women. She has a charisma that is hard to deny, and she walks around like she is not even aware of it. I count myself lucky to have her call me a friend.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I wanted you to experience it on your own.”
“I surely did.” Elaine smiled broader.

“You sure as hell aren’t telling me what happened, girlfriend. That’s ok. I wouldn’t really want to know anyway. No interest, you know.”

Elaine laughed.

“Well, have you ever told her you were gay?”

Paul cleared his throat. “Well, no. But I think she already knows.”

“How?”

“Well, she’s smart, for one, and secondly, I think she sensesd it in me.”

“She hasn’t talked to you on it, yet?”

“No, and I don’t expect her to. She keeps her own counsel, and besides, all we do is study together. She doesn’t offer, and I don’t egg her on.”

Elaine digested that. She experienced something like that with her already, stating she was accepting her for that evening based on Alexandria’s recommendation only, and that she would make up her own mind.

That thought put Elaine to thinking about Alex. She seemed to have blossomed, and what she did to her that night…

“HEY! Earth to Elaine! Your gay friend is still here!”

Elaine started. “Oh, sorry,” she said contritely.

“Look, when you come down off of whatever cloud you’re on right now, we can talk then, ok?”

“OK, Paul. I’m sorry, but that night…I’m still processing my feelings on that evening. That woman knows how to get to you right where you want her to be. Jennifer is unique. I never thought I would meet someone who could talk to me in a way that would put a smile on my face when All I wanted to do is scream my frustration.”

“She has that effect on me, too,” Paul thought to himself.

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Knock knock!

Bethany opened her door.
“James!” she said happily as she saw her twin brother.

James walked in and hugged her. He loved his sister. All they had was each other since their family disowned them both for being homosexual. That didn’t bother Behany as much as it did James, and he had come to rely on her counsel when he needed family understanding on his situation.

“It’s’ good to see you again, sis. How long has it been, this time?”

“Five months and too long,” she laughed, disengaging from the hug.

James looked at his sister. They were both 5’7″, thin, with natural brown/silver hair and similar facial sets and looks to their extremities. Bethany, however, had a good-sized pair of breasts and wide hips, and he had an eight-inch cock. They were each other’s support for their chosen lifestyle.

“So, what’s up?” Bethany asked while ushering him into the living room.

“I left Aaron.” James said simply.

Bethany looked at James. “What happened?”

“Well, a lot of things, really. It started about 2 months ago. Aaron met this guy who was in the B&D scene. He was smitten with that lifestyle, and he wanted us to try it. You know me, Beth, I have zero interest in it. He became more adamant about it over time until a couple of nights ago when he left our apartment in a huff. I didn’t see him for a day and a half, or so. When I came home from work yesterday, I found him on the floor with a guy we knew from the bar, and Aaron had him in a collar, and he was yanking on the leash as he was fucking him. I had had enough, so I simply wen
t to my room and packed.

“This morning, I was putting my things in the car, when I went back up for a load, I heard Aaron on the phone with our boss. I asked him what he was talking about, and Aaron told me he got me fired, and not
even to come into work. I called my boss, naturally, to see, and Aaron had indeed got me fired. My boss told me he would send my last check here. We had another fight as I got my stuff. I am just glad to be away from that little prick.”

Bethany took this all in. “I see. And now…”

“Now I am in need of a place to crash. My check won’t be here for a couple of days, and my pocket money is pitifully low. I called the bank and Aaron had frozen our shared account, so I can’t even access the money I have in there.

“I’m kinda stuck, sis, and I was wondering if you had any ideas.”

“Hmm,” Bethany said. “It so happens that I am in between relationships at the moment myself. I’ll tell you about it when I’m over the hurt. Anyway. I have a spare room here, if you want it. Hell, you’re family. Take it. Stay here. As long as you wish, Jim.”

James felt relieved. His sister’s offer solved a couple of his problems in one shot.

“Thanks, Bethany.”

“Anytime.”

“Now for the harder problem. I am in need of employment. Do you know any CPA firms around that can use a corporate accountant?”

Bethany smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do. The accounting firm I use is in need of someone with corporate experience. Hang on.”

Bethany got up and went to her desk. She came back with a business card.

“Here’s his card. His name is Eric Thomlinson. He runs his own firm in Cetnerville, and he’s expanding. As I hear tell it, he just landed the Van Pellte account.”

James whistled. Van Pellte Technologies was about the best corporation to work with in the whole state. This Eric must be some accountant to land that one, James thought.

Bethany handed him the card. “Thanks, Beth,” he said sincerely. “I will check this out in the morning.”

“Good. I have to go see him in the morning anyway. You can give me a ride in.”

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I don’t see any reason why you can’t start right away, young man,” Eric said to James, impressed with his rèsumè and his test score. “Go see my secretary and tell her to give you the employment package for a junior partner. Fill it out and bring it back to me tomorrow, along with your state license. Tell me, how long before you have to recertify?”

“Not for another ten months, sir,” James said, inwardly surprised at the ease of this interview. ” I will have the necessary funds to pay for it by then.”

“No need,” Eric said. “It’s a part of your employment with my firm. As long as you get through the probationary period, that is. Pass that, and any certs you need to take is funded for you. There is also a profit sharing plan , as well as other perks.” Eric wrote a number down on a scrap of paper and pushed it toward James. ” I hope this salary meets with your approval.”

James looked at the number on the paper and choked. He did make this much at his old job in two years!

Eric chuckled “I see it does.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thomlinson,” James said, still trying to regain his composure.

“Please, call me Eric. And I will see you tomorrow. I assume you are familiar with the MAS accounting program? I didn’t see it on you rrèsumè.”

“Yes Si- uh Eric. That one, and PeachTree, Quickbooks, Excel, pretty much any accounting program or spreadsheet solution.”

Good. Tomorrow, then.”

Eric got up along with James. The two men shook hands. James then left the office. Eric hit the intercom.

“Sherry, send in Ms. Tarvo, please.”

“Right away, Boss,” Sherry said.

Eric sat and thought on the interview. He was impressed with the young man. He had all the right answers to his questions, passed his subliminal ethics grilling, and exuded a confidence and proficiency with difficult tax and corporate figures. He showed an exceptional ability in cost accounting, General Ledger and complex reconciliatory research.

He was impeccably dressed for this interview, Eric thought: Each hair in place; Mirror shine on his shoes; Fingernails finely manicured; Suit crisp and freshly dry-cleaned.

Eric started. He looked at James’s rèsumè again. A slow smile crossed his face as his thought was proven to be correct.

A knock brought his attention back to his door. Bethany stood there, with a sheaf of papers in her hand.

“Come in, Ms. Tarvo,” Eric said. ” I see you brought your books. Good. We have a lot of work to do.”

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“Sherry, close up for the day.” Eric said over the intercom.

“Right away, boss,” She said.

Eric leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. Bethany’s accounts had taken all afternoon, as he knew it would. Her catering business was complex, with many employees, a large inventory, and huge operating costs. Her old bookkeeper had done a good job in keeping the records for the most part, but Eric found some mistakes, mistakes that most bookkeepers overlook. Since Bethany was thinking of incorporating her business, she wanted to make sure her books were in order.

They spent a good portion of time on the payroll. Bethany was giving the responsibility to Eric’s firm Eric felt he had a good picture of her business’s financial health now.

Eric also mused on his esoteric discoveries. He could not help but notice how similar James and Bethany looked. He knew they were brother and sister. He wondered if they were twins, and if they were, he wondered if they had other similarities…

“Am I off the clock now, boss?” Sherry called from his office door.

Eric snapped out of his reverie. “Yes.”

“Good, ’cause I have a question. What’s with this James Tarvo?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you sent him out to me and had me give him the employment package for a junior partner. Why did you do that? You normally start people at Associate.”

Eric reached in his drawer and pulled out James’s rèsumè. He scooted it to the other side of his desk, in front of Sherry. “Because of this,” he said.

Quizzically, Sherry picked up the rèsumè and read. A slow whistle emanated from her.

“Who is this boy?” she asked.

“I thought the same thing,” Eric said. “Once Bethany left, I made some calls. It seems our new Junior Partner has been around in his young life. Every one of the jobs he has on that vita is bona fide.”

“Independent accountant to the state budget committee, Junior partner of Saks, Petrie, and Jour, the Governor’s personal accounting firm, and cofounder of the A.L. Accounting firm? You mean to tell me that all of these jobs are real?”

“Perfectly. He may be young, but this man is a prodigy. Look at where he got his degree.”

Sherry looked, and ogled. “That is one tough school!” she exclaimed.

“OK. Now, do the math: he is only 23, and claims 6 years experience, and did most of these jobs together. He holds his Masters in Accounting, and is also an MBA.”

Sherry Put down the rèsumè, almost reverently. “Prodigy is right!”

“That’s not the half of it. Look at his experience again. Have you ever heard of A.L. Accounting?”

“No, can’t say that I have.”

“A.L. stands for Alternative Lifestyles. A.L. has accounting firms in San Francisco, Chicago, Houston, etc. They are only 3 years old and have taken the accounting world by storm. A.L. made the papers in a sensational court battle over their hiring practices, and they won. They hire only homosexuals, the only firm to do so.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right. Our new young Junior Partner is founder of the only all-homosexual accounting firm. James is gay. Think of the persecution he had gone through and still succeeded! I want that determination working for me. Why he left all that doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that we have him now, and he will be cr
ucial to the plans I have.

“Sherry, I want you to be his secretary as well. I don’t trust the other two with this, and I will have to placate Ed and Bill. They will come around to reason, in time.”

Sherry nodded at
the increase in her responsibilities.

Eric sat back, closed his eyes, and squeezed the bridge of his nose. The events of this day left his thoughts spinning, and it gave him a tension headache.

Suddenly, he felt Sherry’s hands on his shoulders, rubbing out the pain in his neck. Her expert finger found the pain, followed it to its source, and rubbed it out.

“Uuuhhh,” Eric moaned in relief.

Sherry ministered to Eric’s shoulders, neck and head. While she rubbed his temples, she cradled hhis head between her tits. Eric reached up and fondled them. Sherry purred.

Without any words, Eric pulled Sherry into his lap and kissed her soundly. Sherry melted to his touch, and kissed him back just as soundly.

Sherry pulled back. “What would you have me do, master?” she asked him.

“Let’s keep it simple and tender, Sherry. No games. I’m a little tired right now. And I still hurt from our last time together.”

“That was kind of wild, wasn’t it?” Sherry giggled. “OK, Eric. Simple and tender it is.”

Sherry got off his lap. She got down on her knees and pulled at his belt. Eric helped by lifting his hips to get his pants down. She then grasped his gorgeous cock and placed it in her mouth, slowly slipping his meat in and out.

Eric groaned. He loved getting blowjobs. Sherry was very good at it now, and was getting better.

Sherry kept her speed slow. As his cock grew, she positioned herself to take more of it in her mouth. She used her tongue to bathe his cock as it moved. She then lightly nibbled the underside, then plunged it back into her mouth. Eric moaned.

Sherry then got up. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She then unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, releasing her tits.

Eric slid down in his seat so that Sherry could mount him. Sherry lifted her skirt, then straddled him. She then grabbed his cock and guided it to her wet pussy. She place the bulbous head just inside her cunt, then, smiling, slowly lowered herself onto it.

“MMMM,” Eric said.

Sherry lowered herself until she sat on his lap. Her time with Jason had conditioned her pussy to be able to take all of Eric’s nine inches in without a problem. Her lover Jerry commented on this.

Once on his lap, Sherry cupped her hands behind Eric’s head, and started fucking him. She pulled his head to her tits, feeding one into Eric’s open mouth.

Eric sucked lightly on the proffered tit. He placed his hands on her back as the licked and nibbled, making Sherry’s nipples painfully hard.

“Ooh, Eric, that feels so fucking good,” She said.

Eric and Sherry kept up this slow, satisfying fucking for a long while They allowed their orgasm to come quietly, and held each other as the spasms rocked their body.

Sherry was leaning into Eric, feeling his cock slowly ebb, and finally slipping out of her cum soaked pussy. She hugged him lightly.

“Ooh, that felt wonderful,” she said. “Slow fucks like this definitely have their appeal from time to time.”

Eric chuckled. “You are so right. I needed this. Angela has been nursing the bruises she got from that time up at the college a couple of days ago.”

Sherry laughed. “How could I forget! She was really getting in to using that big double dildo we had. Yo was really ramming it into her and Elaine, and her fist would hit her pussy so hard!”

“So she was telling me. Man, that must have been a night! She was telling me about how Alex introduced an old friend of hers to Jen, and her asking Jen to help her with-“

Eric stood so quickly that he dumped Sherry to the floor. She landed with a small, squishy plop.

“What?” she asked as she picked herself up.

Eric looked astonished. Could it possibly be…?

Eric pulled up his pants. “Sherry, how did Bethany Tarvo act while she waited today?”

“Bethany? Well, She just…waited. Oh, She did try to look down my shirt once, and I caught her watching my movement. I remember thinking how sexy she looked, but she made no move. Why?”

“When She was in here, she was painfully business-like, I kept to business, but she had the mantle of ‘Don’t even dare try’ about her. I sensed it. Oh, how could I have been so blind?”

“Eric, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”

“Bethany, Sherry. Bethany is a lesbian!”

“I know THAT, Eric. I came to that conclusion earlier. But what has that got to do-” An astonished look of understanding crossed her face.

“Elaine!” They said at the same time.

“Come on,” Eric said, buckling his belt. “We gotta get home. We got calls to make!”

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Did Eric have a possible solution for Jennifer’s friend? Find out in the next exciting chapter of “Jennifer’s World: The College Years”, coming soon!

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