Jen slowly awoke to the soft snores of Jazz. She felt Jazz’s hands around her waist and the sun on her back. She slowly opened her eyes and turned around to look out of the window. She reached down and grabbed her phone from her skirt pocket and flipped it open
Jen sighed it was only 6:00 a.m. Since they didn’t have to return to school till Monday and she planned to spend the whole weekend with the Fenton siblings and hopefully get Danny to do her or jazz. Or both of them at once. Jen shivered at the thought of Danny pounding into her, and then Jazz with her watching.
Jen got out of the bed and pulled on a gray tank top, thigh high white socks, and a pair of black boy shorts. She pulled her hair into a braid. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked the way she looked. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen before she started to cook breakfast. Jen loved to cook. Her grandfather loved her cooking. In fact she was so good that she had gotten a scholarship to a Cooking collage that wasn’t more then a 7 hour drive from Amity.
While she was wrapped in her thoughts she didn’t even realize that she was almost done cooking. So far she had made, bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes (with Blueberries for Danny and strawberries for Jazz), toast, assorted fruits, and a jug of milk and a jug of Orange Juice.
“What smells so good?” came the sleepy voice of Jazz.
Jen smiled, before she turned and kissed Jazz. She pulled back and gave jazz a once over. Jazz wore a tight blue shirt and tight black shorts [»]