There was a knock on the door. All three girls jumped.
"Let us in women! We're hungry!" shouted Justin jokingly.
Jamie heaved a sigh of relief and got up to answer the door.
"Hey! Why do you look like somebody died?" asked Justin as they walked into the kitchen.
They crowded into the kitchen and began to eat the ding dongs and twinkies. When Justin said the word "died" September began to cry. Justin looked around the room.
"What did I say?" he asked.
Jamie began to hand him the letter but Mariette stopped her.
"Lulu and Tripetta need to be here for this," she said.
The guys glanced around nervously.
"I'll call them," Joey volunteered.
Twenty minutes later a pissed off looking Lulu and a flustered looking Tripetta walked through the doors.
"Hey," said Tripetta giving Chris a quick kiss.
Lulu did the same with Joey.
"Do you think we could hurry this up guys? I have an important meeting tomorrow with an extremely wealthy potential client. I have to plan the designs," said Tripetta glancing at her watch.
Tripetta was Chris's girlfriend. She was an interior decorator and although she wasn't that old she acted like she was fifty.
Her long dark hair was pulled onto her head in a bun and as usual was wearing a suit and heavy gold jewelry despite the fact that it was one hundred degrees outside. She was even shorter than September and barely reached Chris's shoulder.
"Why the hell are we here?" asked Lulu. "I have a bio test tomorrow and I need to study."
Mariette began to read the note. The expressions on their faces changed from mild annoyance to shock.
"It wasn't us. . ." said Justin.
September began to cry again. JC peeked out of the window as if someone were out there watching them now.
"No one is out there JC. Everything is the same as it was five minutes ago," said Justin.
"We won't have such a nice view out of the bars of our prison cell, that's for sure," JC muttered.
"Fine I'll tell our lawyers that we won't settle for a penitentiary without balconies," said Justin irritably.
"They used to hang people from courthouse balconies," said JC seriously.
"You're not helping and you're sure as hell not being very funny!" said Justin.
"I'm not trying to be," JC replied solemnly.
In the background Lance coughed loudly.
"Lance man, you're getting sick!" said JC. "You better go to a doctor and get that cough checked out! You've been coughing for days!"
"Yeah, I will, " said Lance when the coughs had subsided.
"I have some throat spray," offered September.
She wasn't trying to flirt, just being nice. Lance looked at her and saw her for the first time. He had never noticed how pretty she was. He guessed that he was always staring at Jamieriquai.
"Yeah, thanks," he said, smiling at her like she was the only female on the face of the earth.
September blushed and got up to get the throat spray. Lance coughed again. The room was eerily silent, despite the fact that there were nine people standing around. September came back with the throat spray and Lance sprayed it into his throat.
"Thanks," he said, watching her as she sat down. "Whoever wrote that letter is seriously disturbed."
"Lance!" said Jamie when September began to cry again. "You were supposed to say that it sounds like a big joke and keep your real opinions to yourself!"
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "But this is obviously real and we obviously need to deal with this."
"He's right," said September wiping her eyes. "This is real and I have to face the facts."
"One of the girls probably felt guilty about something and blabbed to a friend about what happened. Who in turn told someone and somewhere along the line someone found out and it also happens that that person has a really kinky sense of humor," said Chris.
Five pairs of female eyes glared at him.
"I do not blab," said Tripetta icily. "Guess someone won't be sleeping with me tonight."
"I meant maybe someone blabbed accidentally. . .like you were at the library talking about it. . .amongst yourselves. . .and someone overheard," said Chris trying to rectify his mistake.
"We don't talk about it," said Mariette. "We put it from our minds. We all did!"
"I think that Jamie did," said JC. Jamie glared at him, and he swallowed noisily. "Nothing personal, you just know the most people. . .it seems obvious."
"It was not me!" said Jamie. "Mariette would you mind slapping your boyfriend?"
"We don't go out!" said Mariette and JC simultaneously.
"Fine. . . I'll slap some sense into him then!" said Jamie as she jumped out of her chair and began to stalk JC around the kitchen.
"I think that it's one of us," said Lance quietly.
Everyone stared at him and Jamie forgot about stalking JC.
"You mean that one of us is playing a joke on the others?" asked JC.
Lance hesitated.
"Not necessarily," he finally said.
"I don't understand," said Justin.
"What if one of us ten did something to piss someone else out of us off. Now that person might be trying to take revenge in a sick way," said Lance. "The caretaker could be right in front of us."
"That's ridiculous!" snapped JC. "Then whoever the hell it was is one damn good actress or actor!"
"But the way that the letter is worded, the structure and all, whoever wrote this is separating the revelation of the incident from the manner in which he would hurt us. He could hurt us without telling anybody about what happened that night," said Lance.
"How?" asked Justin.
Lance shrugged.
"There's hundreds of ways to hurt someone if you really wanted to," Lance said.
"But who out of the ten of us would want to hurt another one of us?" asked Jamie.
"But if the person had a chemical imbalance, they wouldn't need a motive. They'd be crazy," Lance pointed out.
"That is totally illogical," said Chris. "I was going to be a psychologist, I know, none of us fits the psychological profile."
"But Lance's theory simplifies things in a way. We wouldn't have to worry about how someone else learned about the incident. Who do you think it is Lance?" said Justin, eating a hoho.
"I don't know who it could be. And I don't want to think that it might be any of us, but it is a possible theory," Lance said.
Lance's suggestion that it was one of them was worse than any other possible solution. They were being stabbed in the back by a friend. Literally.
"September, you can repaint the head tomorrow night," JC finally said. "Then you can give the letter to me."
"This whole thing is a bad dream," said Jamie, dropping her head into her hands.
"We might as well just worry about it tomorrow, I'm tired, we just got back from a tour you know," Justin said.
"So you guys are gonna stick around for a while?" asked Mariette hopefully, glancing in JC's direction.
He nodded his head at her and she sighed in relief.
"Well, let's meet again tomorrow, see ya'll then," said Lance as he breezed out of the house.
Everyone else followed him. JC hung back and Mariette walked over to him.
"Other than this whole mess I know something is bothering you," she said wrapping her arms around him.
She was surprised when he pushed her away.
"Marie. . .I've been doing some thinking," began JC hesitantly.
"About what?" she asked, afraid that he was gonna say what she thought he was gonna say.
"About us," he said pulling her down onto the wooden swing on the porch.
"That's what I was afraid you were going to say," she sighed.
"It's not bad," JC assured her. "It's just that. . .the night before I left for the tour, things got serious between us. I realized when we were on the tour how much I would miss you and how much I really cared for you."
"Oh Josh," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. She was the only one that called him Josh. "I thought that you didn't like me that way."
"How could you think that?" he asked her shocked. "I wouldn't have. . .have. . . done what we did. . .if. . .if I. . .if I didn't love you!"
"Are you saying you love me?" she asked looking up at him.
"I'm not sure what I'm saying. If this feeling I have for you isn't love then it's time I saw a doctor, cuz it feels like really bad heartburn," he said rubbing his chest. Mariette laughed. "I'm sorry about that night Marie. If I had know I would have taken things more slowly."
"Oh Josh," she said. "You couldn't have known. I should have told you."
"Well, it was too late to stop after we did it so. . .now that we're together. . .do you think that maybe you would want to some over tonight?" he asked her hopefully.
"Ooooh!" she said kissing him passionately. "I would love nothing more than to spend the night with you. . ."
"I sense a but coming," he sighed.
"But I have a huge biology test tomorrow!" she said.
"Yeah, I probably shouldn't drain you of all your energy the night before a test," he agreed.
"You know Josh," said Mariette, thoughtfully. "I've already been accepted to college and I have enough credits to graduate, so I don't think that one test would really hurt."
JC gave a triumphant cry and seized his lips with hers. They became aware of clapping.
The others were standing at the bottom of the porch cheering them on.
"Why don't you go and fu-. . .go home now," said Joey.
Everyone laughed.
"Bye!" said JC jumping off of the porch, dragging Mariette behind him.
He ran to his car next door and sped away with Mariette.
"I have never seen that boy drive that fast!" said Justin.
"Well, someone is gonna get lucky tonight!" Tripetta laughed.
"Are you talking about JC?" asked Chris, nuzzling her neck.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face down for a kiss.
"I'm talking about you," she said.
"Bye!" said Chris grabbing her hand and running across the lawn to his car.
They also sped away. Lulu looked at Joey.
"Wanna go fuck?" she asked.
"You didn't even need to ask," said Joey. They also left.
"Well, we better go," said Lance dragging Justin away from the girls.
"Bye!" called the girls.
"Bye!" called Justin and Lance.
JC and Mariette stumbled through the door to his bedroom, pulling at their clothes furiously. Mariette pulled JC's shirt off and he pulled away from her.
"Maybe we should go more slowly," he said, dragging his lips from hers.
"Yeah," she agreed, licking around his nipple.
"That isn't going slowly," JC laughed shakily.
"Maybe I don't wanna go slowly," replied Mariette, her lips closing over his rigid nub of flesh.
JC sucked in his breath.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked questioningly.
"NO!" he said emphatically. "But you weren't exactly doing this last time," he said.
"Well, I've been catching up on my reading," she said.
"Oh," JC's voice came out a hoarse squeak as her lips and tongue traveled down his muscled chest to the top of his jeans.
She climbed onto him and straddled his body. JC's hands reached up and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. It fell open revealing pale skin and a lacey black bra. He slid her shirt off of her shoulders and reached for the clasp on her bra.
It fell open, revealing her perfect breasts. Not too big, not too small. JC thought that she had really nice breasts. They were a 34B. For JC that was a perfect size, they fit into his palms perfectly.
Mariette moaned as JC's warm hands encompassed her breasts. His hands were kneading her warm flesh. She began to grind into his hips without even knowing it.
JC's hands moved from her breasts to her hips and then around to her waist. He unhooked her belt and jeans. She had to lift off of him for a minute so that he could slide the denim from her hips. She was left in her lacey black panties and JC almost came right there.
No one had ever acted this blatantly erotic, unintentionally, for him. It was a huge turn on.
"JC do you have any. . . ?" she asked.
"Yeah," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of gold foil packages.
Mariette's soft hands skimmed over his chest and rested on his zipper. She was obviously able to feel his arousal straining against his jeans. She slowly pulled down his zipper.
His manhood sprung out from the confining folds of his jeans. Mariette grabbed a foil package and slid the condom over his erection. She stood on the bed over him and pulled the pants all the way off of him. She began to do a seductive striptease, pulling off her panties slowly. When she was completely nude she once again straddled his hips and sank onto his erection.
"Oh God!" JC said, tangling his hands into her hair.
"Mmmmmm Josh," she moaned leaning forward and kissing him.
His tongue slipped inside of her lips and tenderly ravaged her mouth.
Mariette raised her hips slightly and fell back down. JC began thrusting his hips, matching the rise and fall of hers.
"Oh God Marie, you feel like hot sugar sliding onto me," JC groaned.
"Josh! Josh!" Mariette cried out as she came with a fierce, shuddering release of pent up passion.
Mariette collapsed ontop of him. She lay on his heaving chest and listened to his heartbeat, thudding loud in her ears. His hands traveled over her back, caressing her, loving her.
"I love you Josh," she whispered with her lips pressed against his chest.
"I love you too," said JC, pressing a sweet kiss against her lips, before they both drifted off to sleep.
Chris and Tripetta got back to his apartment and Chris immediately fell onto the couch.
"It's been such a long day," he said into the pillows.
Tripetta sat down next to him and began to massage his shoulders.
"Too tired to make love?" Tripetta questioned.
"God! Is that all you think about?" he asked, sitting up and brushing her hands away. "That is so morbid! Wanting to have sex when there's some guy out there who wants to kill us!"
"I thought that's why we left! So that we could get away from it and be alone!" Tripetta yelled. "I haven't seen you in two months! Maybe I would like to spend some time with my boyfriend! Did that ever occur to you?"
"Well, how could you expect me to concentrate on that at a time like this?" he demanded.
"It isn't supposed to be a chore Chris! You're supposed to want to do it because you love me!" Tripetta said, beginning to cry.
She brushed the tears away before he could see.
"Maybe it is a chore!" he yelled back.
He didn't want to hurt her but he didn't know how to handle his emotions for her.
"And maybe you don't love me!" she screamed. "But that's perfectly fine with me! Cuz you can just take your tiny little prick and shove it up your ass!"
She ran out of the apartment and slammed the door behind her. She realized then that she left her car at September's.
She sat on the fire escape of the building. She had no place to go. She folded her arms and put them on her knees and laid her head on top of them. She stayed there the entire night, in the cold, crying.
After Tripetta left Chris sat down on the couch and rested his head in his hands. He thought about how much he already missed her and wished that he hadn't shot down her offer of sex. With his head in his hands he started to cry.
It turned out that Joey and Lulu couldn't wait to get back to his apartment. Before he even got to exit twelve, which was the exit before his, Lulu was already leaning over and whispering erotic little nothings in his ear.
"Jesus! Can't you wait!" he said, as her hand wandered down to the bulge in his pants.
"Nope," she said, tilting her head up and licking her lips.
"Well, at least let me pull over so that I can pull into a parking lot!" he said, even though he was enjoying himself immensely.
"You better do that cuz I'm not stopping," Lulu said, lowering his zipper.
"You can just keep on doing what you want, we'll be home soon," Joey smiled.
Lulu smiled back, but Joey couldn't see because her head was lowering down to his crotch.
Her lush red lips wrapped themselves around his engorged erection. Her fire engine red lipstick left pinkish red smudges on his cock. Her lips swirled around him, and he swerved slightly on the road.
"Maybe you better stop until we get home," said Joey shakily.
"Not a chance," Lulu said against his dick.
The vibrations of her voice created a humming sensation on his erection and he shot his load into her mouth with no warning.
Some of his hot cum dribbled out of the side of her mouth and she reached up to wipe it away.
"You could have given me some warning," Lulu said after swallowing it.
"Not a chance baby," Joey said, grinning at her.
"Have any altoids?" Lulu asked seductively.
"What do you wanna do with those altoids?" asked Joey, as he began to rise to the occasion again.
"Get the taste of your cum from my mouth, what'd ya think?" asked Lulu.
"Nothing," Joey sulked.
"Awwwww, don't worry," she said lowering her head again. "I have a feeling that we won't need any altoids."
