Chapter 19

Lexie went into the bathroom and soaked in the tub for almost an hour. I took a quick shower in the hall bath and was dressed and on the sofa when I heard her open the bathroom door. She came walking into the living room with a pink towel wrapped around her.

“Would it be ok if I brought some clothes over here?” she asked.

“No, please don’t do that.” I replied, acting serious.

“Why not?” she replied, a frown on her face.

“Because I prefer you like you are now.” I said, smiling.

“Oh, do you?” she giggled, walking over to me.

She quickly straddled me and sat down on my lap. She leaned forward and kissed me like only Lexie could. She kept her eyes open and looked into mine. The look in her eyes when she forced her tongue into my mouth was unforgettable. We kissed like that for at least several minutes with our eyes open. She finally pulled away from me her face flushed with blood.

“I just took a long hot bath and you’re gonna fuck me again?” she laughed.

“Nah, I give you a few hours off.” I said, jokingly.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know ... I can cum again, baby.” she answered, kissing my lips quickly.

“In a while nympho. Now get off my dick.” I commanded.

“Ooh baby, I love when you talk dirty to me.” she giggled popping up off my lap.

About an hour later, I pulled into the driveway of Lexie’s house and parked. I followed her through the front door and into the kitchen where her mom was fixing lunch.

“Hey you two. Jim is cooking on the pit now, everything will be ready in about thirty minutes or so.” Jennifer replied, kissing the both of us on the cheek.

“I’ll go out back and see what your dad is up to.” I told Lexie.

I walked into the living room and out the back double doors to see Jim Thomas standing over the barbecue pit. I walked over and shook his hand as he took a break from the pit.

“Hey Chris, how are things?” he asked.

“Great sir, really good.” I replied.

“I’m glad to hear that.” he answered.

We talked for a few minutes before Lexie came out of the back door and over to her father. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek quickly.

“Chris, my mom says she needs your help.” Lexie stated.

“Uh ... ok.” I replied, going back inside.

I walked through the living area and back into the kitchen where Jennifer Thomas was leaning over, looking into the oven. Jennifer Thomas was still a very attractive woman with a very nice body. She had a great ass just like her daughter.

“Hey, Lexie said you needed help.” I asked.

Jennifer stood up and turned around to face me. She had a huge grin on her face that told me this conversation may not go well.

“I’m not sure if Lexie is lying to me or not, so I want to ask you. Did she cum five times last night or is she exaggerating?” Jennifer asked, with a huge smile.

“Oh geez ... Jennifer that’s not something that I want to talk about. I mean, you’re her mother.” I protested.

“Everybody cums, Chris. But five times ... I have to know.” Jen giggled.

This was uncharted territory for me. Yes, my mom and I were very open about sex so why shouldn’t Lexie and her mom. But then again, if I say the wrong thing here who knows what could happen.

“Uh, I think it was five or six times...” I replied, softly.

“God damn, so she is right. You are that good in bed.” she laughed.

“Jesus ... This is not a conversation I should be having with my girlfriend’s mother.” I responded.

“Why, you don’t think Lexie’s mother likes to cum?” she laughed.

“Oh geez ... I’m done. What do you need help with?” I inquired.

“I need help cumming five or six times.” Jen replied, laughter overtaking her.

“I’m going back outside.” I replied, turning, and walking away.

Jennifer was still laughing hysterically as I opened the back door and walked out. I walked over to Lexie and her father who were engaged in conversation. Asa soon as I stopped on the left side of Lexie, she turned and wrapped her arms around me. I felt a little uncomfortable showing signs of affection in front of her parents. But Jennifer Thomas had no problem with it.

We had a nice lunch with her parents but through the entire lunch Jennifer kept making eye contact with me. Jen’s brown eyes were sparkling and full of her. I also noticed a few times that her face was flushed. I left around two thirty with Lexie telling me she would meet me at my house in a few hours. I went home changed into some shorts and went out back and cleaned the pool. Just about the time I finished, Lexie pulled into the driveway. She had two suitcases with her and some clothes hanging in the back of the SUV. I helped her bring everything inside and take it to the master bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed while Lexie unpacked.

“Uh Lex?” I asked.

“Yea baby, what’s up?” she replied.

“Did you tell your mom about last night ... You know the sex?” I inquired.

“Yes ... why?” she responded, not even looking up at me.

“Well, she asked me how many times you got off last night.” I said, confused.

“I guess she didn’t believe me.” Lexie giggled.

“Uh, just for future reference ... You tell your mom everything?’, I asked.

“Well not everything but almost...” she answered, stopping and looking at me.

“Uh ... ok.” I stated.

“Chris, does it bother you I talk to my mother about sex?” she asked sincerely.

“No ... not really. I guess she just took me by surprise.” I admitted.

“Ok look ... you need to know this. I want complete honesty between us. I’m not going to fuck us up again. My mom talked to me about sex and even showed me how to masturbate. She bought me my first vibrator and watched me have my first orgasm.” she admitted.

“Uh ... Ok.” I replied.

“Truth be known, she adores my father, but he lacks a bit in bed. He’s a great father and husband but she doesn’t cum enough ... Period., Lexie giggled.

“That’s more than I need to know, Lex.” I laughed.

“Yea, I guess it is.” she giggled.

The following morning, I was at the gym teaching my class when I man with a badge around his neck walked over to me. What was odd is that he did not have a gun.

“Chris Williams, you’ve been served.” he stated, handing me a folded document.

He turned and walked away going back out of the front door. I unfolded the document and read that I was to be in court in two weeks. I was going to have to testify in the case concerning Riley Dugas.

That night, I showed Lexie the subpoena and she promised to look into it for me. Several days later she told me that two of the three defendants had pleaded guilty. The last defendant, the one who was shot did not. Lexie had contacted the district attorney’s office but the prosecutor really had no idea what the defense was up to.

I was in court close to forty-five minutes before trial and sat in last row of benches. Slowly during the next few minutes, the court began to fill up. Officer Dugas showed up in her uniform and took a seat near the front. She smiled at me when she passed but made no other gesture. I had some knowledge of the court procedure and the games they would try and play. Thankfully we were going to have a female judge and not the previous judge I had to deal with in my mother’s case.

Court finally came to order and the room was about half full when Lexie appeared next to me. She leaned over and kissed my cheek grabbing my hand in hers. The court went through its procedure and the court asked the defense to start its case. The first witness he called was a lady by the name of Shirley Jenkins. She was sworn in and sat in the witness box.

For the next ten minutes or so, Ms. Jenkins proceeded to tell the court what a good man the defendant was. After all, he was her son so who would expect any less. She told a tale of a young boy who got mixed up with the wrong crowd at a young age. But according to Ms. Jenkins he had turned his life around and was leading a decent life. All in all, the testimony was what you would expect a mother to say about her son.

After Ms. Jenkins stepped down the attorney called out my name. I got up and started up the isle with the attorney staring me down. I passed him and was sworn in taking the witness box. He started right in on me like I expected.

“Mr. Williams, do you recognize the defendant?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” I replied, looking directly at the defendant.

“When was the first time you encountered the defendant?” he asked, not looking up from his tablet.

“The night I stopped to help the police officer.” I replied.

“Which police officer Mr. Williams. I see one in the front of the room, and you were sitting next to another in the back.” he asked sarcastically.

“The officer sitting in the front of the room, Officer Dugas.” I replied, pointing her out.

“So, who is the officer that you were sitting next to in the back?” he asked, turning to look at Lexie.