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“Hey, Helen!”
Sophie Barrett gave an enthusiastic wave to Helen Jumper, using her theatre background to project her voice across the outdoor commons area, so that Helen wouldn’t have had any chance of missing it. The group of friends surrounding her rolled their eyes, almost simultaneously, when she made her way to the group of blondes.
Helen Jumper was well aware that Sophie’s friends didn’t like her. They tolerated her , at best, most days. Both friends were aware of the ‘jokes’ made at Jumper’s expense:
Hey, Jumper, why don’t you “jump” into traffic?
Hey, Jumper, go “jump” into a lake!
Hey, Jumper, "jump" off a cliff!
Those kinds of opportunities to pick on her and give her a hard time is why she was always referred to by her surname, and almost always from The Blondes. Of course, expecting blondes to be original was like expecting Nickelback to make good music; it just wasn’t going to happen.
Jumper was just as well aware of the irony of making a cheap shot at Nickelback in a comment about originality, but at that moment, she couldn’t help herself. She liked Sophie, partly because she was one of the few people besides her teachers to call her “Helen,” but she also didn’t buy into the line of what The Blondes thought, lock-step. Also, Jumper liked hanging around Sophie because it pissed off The Blondes so much. Hell, Sophie was a redhead, not a blonde.
Jumper and Sophie greeted each other with their customary hug, along with the sneers from The Blondes.
“Hi, Serenity. Hi, Mercy. Hi, Temperance,” Jumper said with her usual sarcasm. The three girls rolled their eyes at Jumper and ignored her.
“So, Sophie,” Temperance asked, popping her gum as soon as she finished asking, “you make it any further with Craig?”
Sophie thought back to a few nights ago when she was making out with her boyfriend, and she tried guiding his hand to her breast. He squeezed a little bit, but moved his hand back down to her waist before breaking it off, and he did his usual “I think we should stop.” Sophie obliged him, of course. She thought he was so cute trying to restrain himself for his first girlfriend. She knew he didn’t want to be like the other guys, the ones who always thought about “one thing,” but it never occurred to him that girls may think about that “one thing,” too.
“Oh, I’m wearing him down,” Sophie said, giving a small wink towards Jumper’s direction, “but you know how he is, especially with who his dad is. It’s just going to take some time, that’s all.”
“Right,” Mercy said, adjusting her black headband to make sure that her hair was out of her face, “lest we forget you’re dating the son of The Reverend Joseph C. Taylor, Sr…”
The other two girls chimed in with the refrain they’ve heard time and again on the radio: “...the moral center of Maple Creek!” As always, they giggled every time they said that. Jumper’s face contorted into a grimace at that; the giggling felt like nails scraping on the blackboard of her soul. Sophie couldn’t help but to roll her eyes just a little at that, too. To The Blondes, Craig Taylor was a “high value” boy meant for social currency, but to Sophie, he was someone nice, with whom she could enjoy his company and have conversations without boring the living hell out of each other. Not that they’d care.
“Don’t forget, Saturday is my party at my house,” Serenity said with as saccharine a voice as possible, “and even Jumper can come too!” She blew a fake kiss at Jumper, who rolled her eyes in return. The trio made their way to Temperance’s SUV, a black behemoth of a vehicle. They waved their good-byes before Temperance slammed on the gas, and the SUV peeled out of the school parking lot.
“Oh, Sophie,” Jumper said, clearly mocking The Blondes, “your boyfriend is soooo hot, you’d better fuck him or else one of us will!” With another eyeroll, she returned to her normal alto voice, saying “give me a fucking break.”
“Don’t worry about them too much, Helen,” Sophie said, taking Jumper’s hand into her own, causing Jumper to blush, and her heart to skip a beat, but not quite understanding why.
“So,” Sophie began, “Have you given any other thought to my proposal?”
“About helping you and Craig to soak?” Jumper didn’t really understand why they needed her to take a bath together, but she didn’t question her friend’s logic. “I guess you could come over for that if you wanted. It’s not like I have anything else to do than eat popcorn and listen to K-pop.”
“YAY!!!” When Sophie exclaimed that word, it was almost as if she was going to jump up and down like a kid whose mom said she would buy them something from the toy department. “I’ll drop you off at home, and have you get ready! Craig and I will be over between 6:30 and 7, is that workable for you?”
Jumper gave an uncertain shrug, still unsure of what was going to transpire tonight. “I guess. I can pick up whatever needs to be picked up, and have things ready by the time you get there.”
“Perfect.” Sophie gave Jumper a hug, a full-body hug that was usually reserved for the closest of friends. Another batch of warm fuzzies ran through Jumper’s body as they embraced, only thinking for a moment about how right it felt before the two of them walked to Sophie’s car.
—
Cleaning the house wasn’t that much of a hassle. All that needed to be done was to wipe down a few counters, and take out the trash. Jumper’s parents hired someone to clean the house regularly, but she liked doing these little things; it gave her a sense of something to do.
While she swept the kitchen floor, she moved her Converse sneakers to the beat of a BTS song. Jumper never thought of herself as much of a dancer, at least compared to the actual dancers at school. Normally, at school, she’d have felt self-conscious, but at home, no fucks were given. If Helen Jumper couldn’t dance like a dork in the safety of her own home, then what was the point?
The music gave way to two distinct buzzes on Jumper’s cell phone. She picked it up and gave a few swipes to unlock it.
From: Sophie
“We’re on our way. Get ready.”
Jumper felt a surge of adrenaline and didn’t know why. She turned the music off and needlessly double-checked to make sure that everything was in order. She went to the fridge and made sure the sodas and juices were stocked. Without thinking, she got out a plate of cheese cubes. Something nice to munch on, she thought.
Jumper was startled at the sudden ring of her doorbell. She power-walked her way to the door, and behind it was Sophie and her boyfriend, Craig Taylor. Craig stood at least a full head taller than Sophie and Jumper. He would look intimidating, if not for the totally innocent face. The kind of face that said, “I’m a church boy who goes to church.”
“Hey, Sophie! Craig! Come on in!” Jumper exclaimed.
The couple walked though the large threshold into the main hallway. The scope was impressive. A giant empty room filled with tile that gave off an echo with each step. The walls were decorated with family portraits of Jumper and her family over the years. Though it seemed that Jumper herself seemed a bit sad in some of the more recent ones while the rest of her family (especially her parents) looked so happy. Craig remained in awe of the house as Jumper led them into the kitchen.
“Hon,” Sophie said, reaching up to Craig’s face, closing the apparent gape in his mouth. “You can pick your jaw up off the floor, now.”
“Oh, God,” Craig started, his voice a low tenor, “I’m sorry for staring, Jumper. You told me your family was well off, but this is a little past well-off, you’re f-ing loaded!”
Jumper gave a little self-chuckle at how Craig always censored himself. He was one of the few people at school who never seemed to swear. Oh, plenty of the elementary kids kept their mouths clean, but once they hit middle school, it was almost like a bar. Not Craig, though. He was definitely a “church boy who went to church and read his Bible.” Jumper couldn’t imagine what it would be like as a preacher’s kid. It made what they’re about to do all the more ironic.
As they went into the kitchen, Sophie made a beeline for the cheese plate that was on the kitchen table. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed, “Gooooouuuudaaaaahh!”
“Yeah,” Jumper replied, “you may fascinate a woman…”
Sophie finished the line with Jumper in unison: “by giving her a piece of cheese!” Both of them remembered that one line from a book that made the rounds on internet forums.
“Also,” Sophie began, reaching into the bag that she was carrying, “I brought this along to go with it!” From the bag, she produced a bottle of wine.
—
The three of them munched on the cheese and some crackers from the nearby pantry, while they sipped the wine in big coffee mugs. Jumper couldn’t find the wine glasses. Craig sat inbetween the two, mostly silent, soaking up the conversation. He and Sophie may get along pretty well, but she and Jumper seemed like the real soulmates. He was a little bit jealous of how long their friendship was, since 7th grade.
“Okay,” Jumper began, speaking in a tone that said she was ready to talk business, “When would you like for me to start your bath?”
Sophie gave a genuinely puzzled look. “Bath?”
“Yeah,” she said, “to help you and Craig soak.”
Sophie was really happy at that moment that she wasn’t drinking anything, because she probably would have done a spit-take right then and there. “Oh, my God, Jumper! You thought that when I asked you to help us soak, you thought I meant a bath?”
“Or a jacuzzi. I have both, you know.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Sophie said, laughing the whole time. “I thought you knew what I was talking about!”
“Well, are you going to enlighten me, or are you going to keep laughing at my expense?”
“I’m going to be honest,” Craig said while gesturing to Jumper, “I was a little bit confused about this, too.”
Sophie took a few minutes to catch her breath. “Okay: ‘soaking’ is a thing that Mormons do. Craig, you’re going to get on top of me and put your dick in me, and not move. You’re ‘soaking’ in my vag. It’s how they have sex without having sex.”
“Really,” Jumper said, flabbergasted, “ that’s what you’re talking about? How the hell was I supposed to know about Mormon sex loopholes?”
“You knew about those girls at church who did butt-stuff. Also you’re on the internet more than me.”
“I knew about the girls at church, because they bragged about it to anyone in youth group, anyone who would listen!”
“Nobody told me this,” Craig chimed in.
“Well, hon,” said Sophie, “no one would tell you because they were scared you were going to tell your dad.”
A look of severe disappointment crossed into Craig’s face. “I don’t tell him everything . I do like having some things to keep to myself, you know.”
Jumper couldn’t help but notice the defensiveness in Craig’s voice, but she decided that’s a mystery for another time.
“So,” Jumper began, “you could have done this in your own bed when your parents weren’t home, Sophie. So what do you need me for?”
“You,” Sophie said with a smile, “are going to complete our loophole by being our ‘hump-jumper.’ You’re going to jump on our bed, giving us the feeling of movement.
It was Craig’s turn to burst out in laughter. “You mean to tell me, that you asked Helen Jumper to be our jumper?!”
And it was Sophie’s turn to drop her jaw. “I seriously never thought of that. I just asked her because she’s my best friend.”
The laughter spread to all three of them. After what seemed like an eternity, Jumper looked at Sophie with a smile, saying “sure, I’ll be a part of your weird sex experiment. This will probably beat the hell out of all the stuff I’ve read in fanfiction.
Sophie gave a grin, rubbing her hands together. “It looks like we have a plan coming together.”
—
Jumper sat cris-cross-applesauce on her parents’ king-sized bed, with Craig sitting at the foot. Craig was stripped down to his boxers, the muscle definition on his back making itself known, while Jumper was in her grey sleep-shirt with “WEEABOO!!!” splayed across her chest, her wavy hair sitting on her shoulders. She heard about “deafening silence” in the stories she read in English class, but to deal with it in person was a whole different uncomfortable situation entirely.
“You nervous?” Jumper asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, a little,” Craig said with a nervous chuckle.
“So,” she said, “what made you think about having sex? Every time I saw you, you just seemed like this upright citizen.”
“Well, yeah, I think about sex. I’m only human. My dad told me all this stuff about girls, how they don’t really get horny, and that the reason they have sex in the first place was to satisfy their husbands.”
“Oh, my God,” Jumper said, putting her hands in her face to stifle a chuckle. “Believe me, Craig. Girls get horny. I know from personal experience.”
“Yeah, Sophie’s been setting me straight when we started dating. It started small, you know, letting me feel her boob, grab her butt, and even one time, she…”
“Yeah?”
Craig could feel the blood rushing to his face as he thought about what happened. “She… took my thing out and started stroking it.”
“Oh, my God, Craig, really?” Jumper started leaning in closer to the foot of the bed to hear what he had to say. “She gave you a handjob?”
“That’s how it started, yeah. It was feeling really good. Like this ache that felt good anyway. I don’t know if that makes sense.”
Jumper nodded. “I know what you’re talking about. Go on.”
“Well, it was feeling really really good, I don’t know what came over me, but then I asked - no, I told Sophie to put it in her mouth. And she smiled and was all, ‘really? You want me to put it where?’ And I said it again - ‘put it in your mouth.’ Then, she looked at me with this… sexy grin? Can you grin sexily? Anyway, she licked the head while looking at me, and then she went to town.”
“Oh, my God, Craig, I didn’t know you had it in you!”
“I didn’t know that I had it in me, too. Anyway, Sophie was sucking on me, and she guided my hands to her chest and had me feeling her boobs. So there I was, breathing heavily, taking it all in, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I felt myself get hard.”
A puzzled look crossed Jumper’s face. “Weren’t you hard already?”
“No, I mean, it got really really hard, harder than before, and then I felt it throbbing, and Sophie squealed, and I felt something shoot out of it, and I know I was having an orgasm while she sucked me. It shocked the heck out of me.”
“I’m not going to lie, Craig, that was pretty f-ing hot.”
“Yeah, but I felt bad afterwards. I apologized when it was done, and she said, ‘it’s fine; just warn me next time.’ And I told her that I didn’t know that was going to happen, and she was all, ‘OMG, did I make you cum for the first time?’ And I said ‘I think so.’ And Sophie got all excited and hugged me and stuff. I still felt bad afterwards, though.”
“But not too bad to the point that we did it two more times!” The voice came from the master bathroom. Sophie stood at the door, giving her best model pose, dressed in a matching green-and-purple panty-and-bra. She did her best to give a smoldering look to the two of them, and judging how they sat on the bed, agape, it worked.
“Oh, Helen, your parents’ bathroom is fucking great! Craig, you gotta see this!” Sophie grabbed Craig’s hand, pulling him from the bed and leading into the master bathroom. There was a whole part of the room dedicated to a shower, and a large tub installed. “We really gotta do this Jacuzzi thing that she thought about!”
“Yeah,” Jumper said, “It’s pretty nice. I like my bathroom better. Easier to maintain.”
“Yeah,” Sophie said, still giddy, “I get that, but holy shit! If I was your parents, I’d want to get freaky in here, like, every fucking day!”
A dead expression crossed Jumper’s face. “Please don’t talk about my parents that way.”
“Dang, sorry. Anyway, I wanted to show you this, and debut myself at my sexiness.” Sophie struck another pose, and turned around to show her butt, covered in green boyshorts. She couldn’t help but to give her hips a wiggle. Craig and Jumper looked intently.
Sophie, then, took Craig’s hands into her own. “You ready for this? Shall we begin?”
With a deep sigh, Craig looked Sophie in the eye, and said, “Let’s do this.”
As the three of them walked back to the bed, Sophie held Jumper’s hand, and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for doing this,” Sophie said softly, “We are on the road to becoming women, now!”
Jumper scoffed. “Well, at least you are.”
“Don’t be silly,” Sophie said, “you’re my bestie; of course you’re a part of this too.”
Jumper smiled, letting Sophie’s kiss linger on her cheek, nothing more to say or do but to let the warm fuzzies radiate through her. Something told her that Sophie was right. This was the start of something big.
—
Jumper watched with studious intent as Sophie and Craig spent the last few minutes kissing, watching how they seemed to be familiar with each centimeter of their bodies. It was loving, but hungry at the same time, a hunger that Jumper was starting to get a twinge of on her own.
Sophie broke off the kiss, taking a deep breath like a swimmer coming up for air. “This is nice,” she said.
Craig gave a nervous chuckle, taking Sophie’s hands into his own. “Yeah… it is.”
“Are you ready for this?”
“What do you think?” Craig responded, gesturing at the erection pointing out of his boxers.
“God, you’re such a dork,” Sophie said, kissing Craig on the lips one more time. Afterwards, she pulled him into a laying position with her on the bed, restarting their makeout session. Sophie guided Craig’s hand along her belly, her hips, and eventually her buttocks, encouraging him to pull their bodies closer together. Sophie, in turn, moved her hands to Craig’s bottom, grasping as much as she could. The two shifted so that Craig was on top of Sophie, his kisses moving down to her neck. Sophie opened her eyes to see Jumper sitting on one of the oversized pillows next to them.
“Enjoying the pregame?” Sophie asked with a smile.
“Y-yeah.” Jumper said, shocked that her voice shifted to almost a husky whisper. Craig rose up from Sophie, once again revealing her bra-and-panty combo. Jumper almost felt jealous at how shapely Sophie was, at least compared to her. She thought back to the time when she tried using her mother’s breast pumps to make them grow, when her mother explained that wasn’t what they were for. Jumper started firmly grabbing her breasts, thinking of that sensation from those years ago.
Sophie broke Jumper’s train of thought, as she said, “I think it’s time.” With a smile, she reached to the center of her bra, and unclasped the front, revealing her heavy, round breasts. Both Jumper and Craig marveled a little at how they seemed to match her athletic frame. Also, what caught their eyes at how pink they were. In one swift motion, Sophie lifted her legs and slipped her panties off, flinging them across the bed. A few seconds of standing agape at her nakedness later, Craig followed suit.
“Okay Craig,” Sophie Said, “now you have to stick your dick in me.”
Jumper grabbed a look at Craig’s penis, and was kind of impressed. It was only the second time in her life that she saw one; it was long, dark, and Craig couldn’t quite wrap his hand around it. For a moment, Jumper thought to herself, How can he fit a monster like that in those modestly fitting slacks of his at school?
“Oh, right,” Craig said, snapping his fingers in that gesture that says “I knew I forgot something!” He reached at the side of the bed, digging into Sophie’s backpack, and produced a long, plastic bottle.
“It’s like the girls said,” Sophie Chuckled, “Lube is your friend!”
Craig flipped the bottle open and squeezed a generous amount on his hand, followed by his penis. After a few moments, his member was covered in the slick goo, but unsure of what to do with his hand.
With an awkward look on his face, Craig said, “Hey, Jumper, can you—”
Without a word, Jumper climbed out of her side of the bed, and walked into the restroom, coming out with a hand towel, handing it to Craig.
“Thanks,” he said as he wiped his hands free of the lube. When it was clean enough to his satisfaction, he said, “now, where were we,” trying for a mischievous grin.
“I think you were going to stick your dick in me,” Sophie said.
“Oh, yeah,” Craig said jokingly.
With that, the two naked bodies drew closer to one another, Sophie holding Craig’s member gingerly by the base, while aiming it where it needed to go, Craig holding himself up by his arms.
“Okay,” said Sophie, “push!”
Craig did exactly what he was told and at the blink of an eye, he was inside her. Sophie’s eyes opened wide to the point of bulging. She saw it, she knew how big it was, she even took some time to “practice,” but nothing truly prepared her for that full feeling. Sophie couldn’t help but to moan at the feeling. The low, gutteral sound stirred something in both Jumper and Craig. Craig laid perfectly still, savoring the sensation of being inside Sophie, while it was all Jumper did to not touch herself at the extremely erotic sight.
“Okay, Craig” Sophie whispered, “now I’m going to need you to slowly put your weight on me, but make sure you don’t crush me.
Craig did as he was asked, propping himself up by his forearms, thankful for all the times his coach had the track team do planks. Sophie responded by wrapping her legs around his, the soles of her feet resting on his calves. She adjusted herself to where her face was just past Craig’s shoulder, allowing her to breathe. She then wrapped her arms around his slender back, pulling him close to her. The feel of Sophie’s skin touching Craig’s made her elated; it was almost as if she could feel the serotonin rush to her brain.
Craig wanted to wrap his arms around Sophie as well, but how he laid felt awkward enough, so he was content to put his hands on her shoulders.
“Okay, miss Jumper,” Sophie said, her voice sprinkled with bliss, you may jump when ready.”
Jumper, nearly mesmerised by the sight of the two of them coupling, almost didn’t hear Sophie’s voice. Everything that was happening at this moment felt like one of her surreal dreams. But almost automatically, as if her body heard, and her mind was catching up, Jumper pushed herself up from the bed, only to come down an instant later. The shockwave spread throughout the bed, transferring to Sophie and Craig which began their movement.
Jumper hopped herself up from the bed again, and instantly came down, the wave transferring to Sophie and Craig. Feeling like she was getting a hang of what to do do, Jumper was able to establish a rhythm, hopping up and down on the bed to give her friends a feeling of rhythm. All the time, she had her pillow between her legs, pressing tightly against her crotch. Jumper was able to feel that familiar ache starting between her legs, radiating throughout her body. The sight of helping her friends fuck for the first timemade it feel like her own interactive sex scene. This was like all those time she used to hump pillows and bed corners, but better.
Meanwhile, Sophie was taking in the sensations of her boyfriend on top of her, the sensation of a real live penis moving in and out of her. The sensations gave tingles of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to stretch her toes out in delight. All the while, Craig was focused on his own sensations. He was told that such sensations can be sinful, but at this time, he didn’t care.
After a few moments, a moan escaped from Sophie’s mouth, and even though no one could tell through all that movement,she started bucking her hips in response to this pleasure as well. Her hands started moving up and down Craig’s back, but not for a moment, letting go of him.
Craig, in turn, let his hands move further down Sophie’s body, settling at her hips. Sophie maneuvered just right so that Craig could slip his hand down and feel her buttocks. It felt ‘just right’ inside his hand. He grabbed firmly, pushing himself deeper into her, responding to the sensation with a sharp intake of air through his teeth. He might be going too far in this experiment, but at the moment, he doesn’t care.
Jumper, meanwhile, kept bouncing on the side of the bed, her thighs gripping her pillow throughout. The only thing that changed is that instead of merely pressing the pillow to her crotch, she slipped her right hand inside her underwear, feeling how juicy and slick her vagina was… she was hoping that her friends weren’t catching on that she was pleasuring herself right in front of them. But, if they had seen her like that, would it be so terrible?
Not that they were catching on; they were unbridled in their own pleasurable situation. It took a moment for them to get used to Jumper’s bouncing, but Sophie and Craig managed to get a good rhythm going.
“Oh, Sophie,” Craig said through strained breath, “you feel so good!”
“Yeah, baby,” Sophie replied… it was all that she could reply because she concentrated on her hands on his buttocks, and grinding against his pelvis. She alternated between closing her eyes and staring at nothing as the heat rose between her legs. She thought she knew what to expect when she experimented with the dildoes she had at home, but this wasn’t like anything. Come what may, she was here for it.
Jumper kept bouncing on the bed and rocking her hips. She wanted to come, but she wanted to wait for them to come, too… it was getting more difficult each second.
“Sophie,” Craig said, his voice still straining, “we may need to stop… I’m getting close…”
“No,” Sophie replied, hanging on to Craig for dear life, “Don’t stop… don’t ever stop.
Neither party could really tell throughout all the bouncing, but Sophie was bucking her hips to meet up with Craig’s. Jumper could see past Craig’s shoulder; Sophie’s face was contorted in a way that, to a lesser experienced person, looked like despair or worry, but she knew that wasn’t it.
Sophie was getting close, too.
Jumper’s hips were bucking back and forth on her pillow, giving the bed just enough to keep bouncing. All the while, she kept her eyes fixed on the lewd act happening right in front of her. She didn’t want to miss even a microsecond of what was going on.
Craig’s sounds went from labored breathing, to a long, guttural groan. Sophie’s face went from worried to surprised. Jumper merely bore witness to what was going on.
Craig was coming… inside her.
Sophie closed her eyes as she took the sensations in: the feeling of his member twitching inside her, the sudden burst of warmth covering her insides, the feeling of his hands clutching her butt. All of this was enough to ignite her own orgasm, starting at her crotch and radiating throughout her body. She tightened her arms around him as they both twitched and pulsed through their pleasure.
Jumper was focused on the act, and yet her mind wandered and wondered; what would it be like if she was under Craig? Or Sophie? Or inbetween Craig and Sophie?
That thought was more than enough to push her over the edge. A squeal escaped from Jumper’s mouth as she started coming in front of both of them. The release was intense, her body spasmed with each throb that pulsed between her legs. Part of her hoped that they couldn’t notice what was happening, but part of her hoped that they did.
The deed was done.
Jumper’s breathing steadied as the lasts of her orgasmic throbs subsided. She looked across the bed and saw the entangled sweaty bodies of her best friend and boyfriend locked together in carnal bliss. The stillness of their bodies made Jumper wonder, for a moment, if they died more than just “a little death,” but the heaving of their chests sent the signal that they were very much still alive. At that moment, she couldn’t help but to notice how beautiful they were.
…and Jumper smiled at that notion.