Female Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

We walked up Jason's driveway, my eyes staying on Cassi appreciating just how amazing she looked in her red dress. "Starr you've been looking at me all night, can you-" "No I will not stop," I said catching up to her, both of us now walking side by side, she shook her amused opening Jason's front door allowing us to enter. We moved down the walkway turning right moving into his kitchen/loving room to see a woman sitting on the couch who looked to be in her late 40's. "Another fiance?" I asked Jason as he moved from the kitchen coming into the living room an amused look on his face.

We carried on with the project. Chris and I started spending every night together. Jason seemed to not care at all. But then I must also say, I wonder how much he noticed. I finally figured out who that girl is that he was with from Switzerland. Her name is Celeste. Although Jason is not breathing a word about her. Not how they met, whats their history or how she has been pitching up in every country we have gotten to. Needless to say, I don’t know if Chris moved into the van with me for me or because he could not deal with being that close to shower sex, as often as it was happening.

There is always a prize to pay. “Jason, tell me about the girl.” John stood in the door looking at him. The rifle was held casually beside his body. “Jazz is nice,” “Does she love Jack?” “I think so,” “Does your mother know her?” “I don’t know sir,” John suddenly believes the two women are aware of each other. They have too, since both are involved with that shelter. He admits he likes the young girl. She seemed feisty when she attacks his seasoned man. “Jason, what does that girl do?”

- Irina approached Jason's dazed figure with caution, tugging at his sleeves. " Someone must be trying to frame me. I could never come in contact with such substance...... you believe me right?!." She paused, digging her fingernails deep into her palm. " You've known me for so long - I'm not as aggressive, neither am i physically abusive!!." Jason didn't respond, strands of dark hair fell down his eyes - making it hard to actually see his true expression. But i was certain he'd be dumbfounded. I stood next to them, holding up the box with a big smile. "Happy wedding anniversary!!."

The number of glares I received from the women here tonight as I walked around with Jason would have killed me a thousand times if eyes could kill. Jason and I walk to the bar so I can get something to drink. If we must continue this night walking and talking, I think I need to be a little tipsy. I lift my eyes from my phone once I notice Jason did not touch his drink. I turn to his side to see him talking to someone in front of him. I move closer so I can see who it is. It’s a woman, a beautiful one. She has pitch-black hair that flows beautifully down her back. Her eyes are blue like mine, and her body is that of a model. I wonder who this woman is. “Christine,” Jason says, staring at the

She didn't know why Jason was so intent on bringing Brett down, but in her desperation for freedom, she had volunteered one last piece of information. "I'm just a pawn," Chrishell had said, pleading. "Don't make this harder for me. I can tell you one more thing—Jason has a fiancée. I overheard them talking on the phone. Her family's powerful. Everything he's doing, it's all for her."

“After all, this woman here is my nominal fiance! I’m paying you a lot of respect by considering her as a gift! “You better know what’s best for you!” Jason’s perverted gaze was then shifted to the two women. Legends said that he idolized the Walsh Ripper. That was not just some joke. He was full of admiration as his gaze shifted from their faces to their bellies. The sight was enough to make anybody shiver. “Don’t you dare cross the line, Jason!” Toby took a step forward and stood in front of Queenie York and Leslie Clarke. His smile instantly dissipated when he figured that Jason would not to negotiate with him.

He knew he didn’t have to worry about Valeria and Yolanda like he did with Melissa and Diamond. These two he actually considered his friends. He loved them as such. They were supermodel chicks that were beautiful and fit. Valerie had ginger short hair while Yolanda had long black hair. Valerie was slightly shorter than Yolanda. Any man would love to be in Jason’s shoes right now while these women sexed him and each other. Jason turned Valerie over and exited her, going behind Yolanda leaning her forward over Valerie in a 69 position.

“But I thought you didn’t want to be involved in the field?” “Yes, but just this once. That’s why I need your assistance.” Silence. Jason eventually nods, his shoulder starting to relax. “Very well.” He shifts his head toward one of the women in the room. She moves over to us at a snap of his fingers. She is petite but with a toned physique, and she’s wearing a short, black, shiny wig to hide her hair. “This is the Huntress, the one who spoke with you earlier,” he says. “Her name is Ari. She’s my sister.”

Her succulent body encouraged Jason to venture into what was in his mind. She had a slightly voluptuous figure and her smooth soft skin was slightly toned. Her jugs that were barely held by the torn piece of clothing on her chest stood firm and seemed to have been handled with care all the while, as though they had never been touched. It could be said that they had stood time and aged maturely. However, her curvy waist which was laid bare, and the busty hips that Jason could picture from the front also caught his attention. Jason thought she had a perfect body. ' Despite having a fierce-looking nature, this guy tended and cared so much for this lady' Jason could tell that she was the Stingfa