Tempered Steel

Tempered Steel

Over the next week, Rachelle and Jerry talked more than they fucked.  An early step in their loose knit tangled web, was to ask Chad to procure some granulated honey for the family.  It might improve his vocabulary. 

However, not all conversation hinged on double entendre.  Cigars came up in conversation, and Julie piped up that this would make a great “Apple for the teacher,” if given as a gift to a Professor.  Rachelle's idea was to capitalize on geography, by making a day trip to Miami for some bootleg Cuban cigars.

Although it was a spur of the moment idea, Jerry was spontaneous enough to suggest that he and Julie would benefit from some bonding time as cousins, if Chad didn't mind accompanying Rachelle to Miami. 

Funds were distributed, and directions were given, and soon enough Chad and Rachelle were cruising down the highway in the mid-morning sun.  Rachelle had a topic on her mind, and she waited for a segue.  She asked Chad what his next semester at Tech would be like, and he reciprocated.  Eventually the conversation turned to the last two days before he and Julie had come to Florida.  “...so you really have no IDEA who it was that dosed you?” Rachelle was asking him.

“Not a clue.  In fact, I'm worried I may get back to school and be completely unable to perform.”  Chad was genuinely concerned.

Rachelle smiled at yet another private joke, but she didn't rib him about it.  Instead she asked, “Didn't Jules say you had a pair of panties in your laundry?” 

Chad blushed a little.  “Yeah, but you've gotta believe I don't know where they came from.” 

Rachelle was less restrained here, and gave a significant “Uh-huh,” then waited to catch his eye when he looked across to see.  It had the desired effect.  “I know about you guys,” she laughed aloud.  “A man's got needs.” 

This was an excellent way to go about it, because Chad was proud enough to let macho override puritanical morals.  Come to think of it, he really was kind of a “city on a hill.”  After he squirmed a bit, she put Jerry up as an example... of something else.  “Y'know, Jerry's not exactly lazy in bed,” she offered.  She was struck by a ghostly similarity to all those times she had sat there and turned some bimbo on to Mark. 

Doing this to Chad was almost the same, and she had to wonder if Chad was any deeper than any of them had been.  If he wasn't, her cause was doomed.  It didn't matter if he was a Clydesdale stallion in bed... Julie would never respect him if he was not respectable.  “Sometimes he bruises it, and it reminds me of that song '...make it hurt so good.'” 

To this Chad responded, “I always thought that song was about people so gone that they didn't care if they got a disease!”  Then logic got the better of him.  “...but I guess that actually DOES make sense.” 

“Most girls won't explain it very much,” Rachelle compromised.  And on and on it went.  Back when I was with that frat boy Mark... used his tongue flat, like a cat, and scoured me a little... made me cum, and then kept going till I couldn't even squirm anymore... satisfied me so well that it smelled like cheese whiz, and then did it all over again.  I don't even KNOW why the french people like that sour smell...actually ate me thru a dental dam, so I'd know what it felt like to a guy to use a condom.  

She was wallowing in her subject, when it suddenly came easily to say, “took this one girl up in a back room, laid her face down in the bed, and used two fingers to just scratch the front of her pussy deeply.  You'd think she'd hate him after that, but instead she wanted him more than he wanted her.  She may have loved him and hated him in equal proportions, but from then on, he was actually the one she turned to, when in times of trouble.  It was the UTMOST respect.”  She was lying through her teeth.  The girl had never existed, and she had hated Mark for being so unfeeling about it.  In fact many a girl had bitterly hated her guy for the same thing, but it was also the truth.  She would never be more impressed by a man's ruthlessness than she had been by that of Mark.  If Chad did it to Julie, Rachelle reflected, Julie would never forget, and Rachelle wanted to give this man of iron morals the hardened temper of steel that his relationship with Jules deserved.  He was likely to need it. 

Little did she know that she was pouring this molten lava into a volcano that already knew of Julie's extra-curricular activities.  Only in the movies do such  mistakes end well. 

Chad was going to make his mark.