It was difficult for Jon to excuse himself from Mrs. Black, the woman he'd lusted after for most of his young life, especially when she was throwing herself at him so obviously. The fact of the matter was, he just didn't have it in him. The hand-job that Jessica had given him earlier had drained him, and though he was young, he wasn't Superman.
After a mumbled promise to remember her next time he was feeling randy, she had let him wiggle (thanks to his heels) out of the bathroom after only a few more kisses. He could still feel her warm hands on his panties.
Unsure of where to go when he hit the hallway, Jon paused. Would the girls be waiting for him in the bedroom? It was later, and he assumed that everyone was ready for the day, so he turned and headed downstairs; maybe he could get a bite to eat before he headed home and tried to find some regular clothes to change into.
The smell of frying bacon met him as he slowly made his way down the steps; walking in heels was more difficult than he could have imagined, and the last thing he wanted was a turned ankle. When he reached the bottom he heard the sound of toast popping out of the toaster. His mouth began to water at the thought of food. How had he gotten so hungry? Maybe it was his early morning sexual exploits. Sadly, he was not very experienced in such matters, so maybe hunger was part of the package.
In the kitchen he was greeted by the three girls, all wearing very sexy outfits. They were giggling and gossiping about inconsequential things, but all seemed very impressed at how Jon looked. At the oven, frying the bacon, was Karen's father, dressed in an abbreviated nurse's uniform. A woman's abbreviated nurse's uniform.
"What the hell..." Jon began before he was cut off.
"Jon! It's great to see you, buddy," Karen's dad, Alex Black said, turning his head, letting his hooped earrings flop from the movement, "I'm surprised you didn't pop in last night. Karen said you were staying over."
"Oh daddy," Karen rolled her eyes, "Jon was over to see us! He's OUR friend, you know."
"I know honey," Alex said, turning around and divvying up the bacon that was now fried, "but it wouldn't hurt if you would share once and a while. Anyway, it doesn't matter now; I've got to get to the hospital. I'm working a double shift today. You kids eat up. I'll see you tonight."
Alex, who Jon knew was an ER nurse at a large hospital downtown, replaced the frying pan to an empty element, turned and wiggled his way out on his 4" white heels that seemed more appropriate for a hooker than a nurse.
Jon watched the girls dig in as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on and thought to himself, "What the hell is going on?"
