by J. L. Perry
I later found out she was divorced. She married a sugar daddy for his money and used her payout from the property settlement to buy the block of units. Not cool, but I suppose she was set for life.
Usually she’d just hand me my envelope from the door, but that particular day she invited me in for a cold drink. It was hot, so I didn’t think much of it. That’s when she propositioned me. Of course I was shocked, but as I said earlier, I was a horny kid. The thought of getting my dick wet actually excited me.
I was hesitant with my answer, so she was quick to up the ante. I guess she was horny too. She not only offered to pay me double what she already was, she offered to cut my mum’s rent in half. How could I say no to that? I knew how much my mum was struggling.
My mum never found out what I was up to. I know she wouldn’t have liked it. When she’d give me the rent money each week, I’d take half out and gradually feed it back in her purse. I was smart. I’d do small amounts each day. That way she wouldn’t notice. Well if she did, she never said anything.
After I agreed, Simone asked me to take a shower with her. I was kind of freaking out, but I did it. She gave me my first blow job. Over the coming days and weeks, she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing women. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me. She’d make me do things over and over until I got them right. I guess she made me into the ‘Sex God’ I am today. I can’t complain about that part. The women love me. Not many guys my age would have the experience I have.
Simone got really pissed off when she found out we were moving. I mean really pissed. She screamed, she cried and she smashed things. At first I couldn’t understand why. Looking back now I should’ve seen the signs. Over time things changed; the way she touched me, kissed me, looked at me. I was just a kid, so I didn’t think much of it.
A few nights before we were set to move, she offered me two thousand dollars to spend the night. Of course I said yes, even though I wasn’t too keen on the idea. That’s when it all came to a head. She was riding me, my eyes were glued to her huge fake-arse tits as they bounced around, when suddenly she started to cry. Like sob her fucking heart out.
“Please don’t go,” she begged as she collapsed on my chest. At first I thought it was the sex she was going to miss, I was a sex god after all. Then she confessed she had feelings for me. Hell fucking no. It was a business arrangement. That’s it. I never signed on for any of that other shit. That’s not how I roll. She was a means to an end, nothing more. Not once during our time together did I ever think of her in that way. Needless to say, I lifted her off me and got out of bed. I left the money on the nightstand and hightailed it out of there. It was the last time I saw her.
“You must’ve done a lot of sexual favours if you earned enough money to buy a car,” Indi says in a repulsed tone. Her attitude really gets my back up. Why I feel the need to justify my actions to her, I’ll never know, but for some reason it’s important to me that she understands why I did it.
“I started doing odd jobs for her when I was twelve. I gave half of everything I earned to my mum, the rest I saved. As I said, the sexual favours didn’t start until I was fifteen. Despite what you think, I worked hard for that money. There’s nothing wrong with working hard for what you want.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she says, her hand reaching out to cover mine again. I don’t know why she’s making such a big deal out of this. My eyes travel down to her hand and back up to her face. She quickly draws it back. For some reason I wish she didn’t pull away.
“I’m not sorry,” I tell her honestly. “That money helped us out a lot. My mum really struggled over the years.”
“I don’t condone what happened, but I’m glad it helped, I guess. Promise me you won’t let her take advantage of you like that again.”
“That part of my life is over,” I tell her. I kind of like that she appears to care.
“What a grown woman saw in a fifteen year old …” she adds shaking her head. I hate all this deep and meaningful crap. It makes me feel uncomfortable.
“I guess I’m irresistible,” I say with a shrug. Her eyes narrow at my comment, making me smile.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“I bet you’d like to be full of me,” I say leaning into her space. The quips just roll off without my brain even engaging.
“You’re a pig,” she replies with disgust, shaking her head. And just like that all is right again. Things between us are back to the way they used to be. Just the way I like it.
Thankfully a few minutes later the waitress appears with our food. Now we can eat and stop all this damn talking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Indiana
I’m still confused about the afternoon I spent with Carter. Once we arrived back home, I left him to work on his car while I took Lassie for a walk. The whole time analysing everything that was said between us at the restaurant.
We’re still not what you’d class as friends, far from it. To be honest, I have no idea what we are. At least he let his guard down briefly, allowing me to get a glimpse of the real him. Of course his bastardry was back in full swing on the drive back home, which didn’t really surprise me.
To say I was shocked to find out he was paid for sex would be an understatement. His landlady sounds like a monster. A predator. She could go to prison for what she did. No matter what he thinks, a grown woman having sex with an underage boy is wrong on so many levels.
It also broke my heart. I love that he did it to help his mum, but I also hate that he had to do it in the first place. He acts like it was no big deal, but I’m sure there were times it wasn’t easy for him.
He shut me down when I asked about his father. There’s definitely a story there, but it’s his choice if he doesn’t wish to disclose it. I’m glad he and his mother no longer have to struggle. Mr. Shepard isn’t short of money. In my eyes that’s all he has going for him. I have no idea what Carter’s mother sees in him. He’s a tool.
My father and I say hello to be polite, but neither of us really like him. My dad nearly came to blows with him a few years ago when he verbally abused me and made me cry because Lassie defecated on his lawn. He’s a dog. That’s what dogs do.
When Lassie and I arrive back at the house, I find my dad and Carter with their heads buried under the hood of his car. I like that my dad is helping him. Since he doesn’t have a father and my dad doesn’t have a son, I think this will be good for them both. As long as Carter doesn’t continue to get me in trouble that is.
I can’t believe Brad said what he did. Well actually I can. He does have a bit of a reputation. I knew if we ever got together he’d expect sex. The fact that we’re not even dating and he planned to meet up just to get in my pants though, pisses me off. I can assure you he won’t be getting anything from me now.
••••
As the days pass, nothing really changes between us. Carter still insists I travel to and from school with him, even though he continues to be an arse ninety-nine percent of the time.
He hasn’t had a girl climb through his window since that skank. That’s a plus. I’m not sure why it pleases me, but it does. It’s not like we’re ever going to get it on.
Saturday rolls around fast. I get up early and take Lassie for a walk. When I arrive back home I run into Elizabeth, Carter’s mother. “Morning, Indiana,” she says as I walk down the driveway.
“Morning. You’re out and about early,” I say.
“I’m going to visit an old friend today. She lives a few hours away,” she replies, smiling pleasantly. I really like her. How she produced such a douche I’ll never understand.
“That’s nice. Have a nice day,” I tell her, returning the smile. “Drive safely.”
“Thank you. You too, sweetie.” She reaches out and gently grabs my arm as I go to walk away. “I’m glad you and Carter have become friends. He didn’t have many friends where we used to live,” she confesses. Why does
that not surprise me? I just grin in response. I have no words. We’re far from friends but I can’t bring myself to say that to her.
After I take Lassie off his lead, I leave him to run around the back yard while I head inside for breakfast. Meg has finally been let off her grounding so she’s coming over to hang with me later. It’s going to be hot today. We’ll probably go swimming and do some sunbathing down by the lake.
Once I’ve eaten, I clean up my mess and head into my room to make my bed. Of course my betraying eyes find their way towards Carter’s bedroom window. Suddenly, his bedroom door flies open and he storms into his room. He must be in a mood today. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I’m taken aback when I see Mr. Shepard hot on his heels. He grabs hold of Carter’s arm, roughly swinging him around. I watch on in horror. He is right up in his face, screaming. I can’t hear what he’s saying through the closed window, but he’s not happy. I feel sorry for Carter. My father would never treat me like that, no matter how bad my behaviour was.
Ugh! I can’t stand that man.
A few minutes later he storms out. Carter slams his bedroom door. His hands clutch either side of his head as he tilts it back, looking up at the ceiling. Poor thing. Seeing him like that tugs at my heart. I’m tempted to go over and see if he’s alright, but I don’t. He’s liable to take it out on me.
He must sense me watching, because his head snaps in my direction. I want to duck down, but it’s no use. I’m already busted. I give him a sympathetic smile, but the arsehole flips me off. He takes a few steps towards his window and abruptly closes his blinds. He makes me so mad sometimes.
I get a text from Meg saying she’ll be over in an hour, so I decide to go out back and play fetch with Lassie while I wait. I’m only outside a few minutes when I hear Mr. Shepard’s angry voice.
“I want the lawns and edges done. You better do a good job too. I’m happy to have your mother living here for free, but you need to earn your keep. I’m not supporting some bastard child that isn’t even mine.”
My hand comes up to cover my mouth. I’m both appalled and shocked he would say that to him. How dare he? “Yeah, well if I had my way I wouldn’t be here either,” Carter replies in a deflated tone. The cruel comments bring tears to my eyes. Everything in me wants to go over there and give that dipshit a piece of my mind. He has no right to speak to Carter in that way. I’m appalled.
“Just get it done,” Mr. Shepard snaps. “When you’re finished you can clean out the garage.” I hate him even more now. Poor Carter. I wonder if his mum knows he’s being treated this way. I’m going to mention it to my dad when he wakes. Maybe he can talk to him about it next time they’re working on his car.
A few minutes later I hear the lawnmower start. I sneak towards the wooden fence that divides our properties and peek through one of the gaps in the paling. A lump rises to my throat when my eyes land on him. His shoulders are slumped and there’s a frown on his face. He looks even more miserable than usual.
Our yards are big. It’s going to take him forever to do it on his own. My dad at least has a ride-on mower. Carter is doing it with a push one. I wish I could go over there and help, but I know he wouldn’t want me to. He’s too proud for that.
••••
“Oh. My. God. His body is just as beautiful as his face. It should be a crime to be that hot,” Meg says. I turn my head to look at her. Her glasses are pulled low on her nose whilst she stares straight ahead.
My head turns in that direction, following her line of sight. I almost swallow my tongue. Carter is heading our way, shirtless. His abs are so defined. He’s wearing black swimming trunks that sit low on his hips, revealing his delicious V. Damn that body. It’s even more delectable than I imagined. All I can say is, ‘Thank God I’m wearing sunglasses’. I’m pretty sure my eyes are bugging out of my head right now.
“Hi, Carter,” Meg purrs from beside me.
“Megan. Kid,” he says with a nod when he reaches us. I wish he’d stop calling me that. Just because I’m short doesn’t make me a damn kid.
Is that a tattoo across his ribs? It is. It says Trust. I don’t think I know any other seventeen year old that has a tatt. He’s so bad-arse. I don’t know why I find that hot, but I do. I like that he doesn’t conform to societies’ ways, unlike me. I’ve always been a goody-goody. Always done what people expect of me. I like that he’s an individual and doesn’t seem to care what people think of him.
Meg and I are both laying on our stomachs. When I see his eyes travel the length of my body, I regret putting on this tiny revealing bikini. I feel so exposed. I swear I hear a groan come from him when his eyes land on my arse, but I’m not entirely sure.
“What’s the water like?” he asks when his eyes make their way back to my face.
“Nice,” Meg cuts in. “I’m sure it will reach boiling point once you get in though.”
“Meg,” I screech. That girl has no shame.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t think the same thing, kid,” he smirks. God he frustrates me. He’s so full of himself. I choose to ignore his comment. Instead, I roll over onto my back and pull my sunhat over my face. I hear him chuckle as he walks past me. A few seconds later, I hear the splash when he dives into the lake.
“He was totally checking out your arse and your tits when you rolled over. He wants you bad,” Meg chimes. I roll my eyes.
“He does not,” I snap.
“He so does. You should go for it. If you don’t, I might.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say removing the hat from my face and looking over at her. “Besides, you have a boyfriend, remember?”
“Derek’s starting to bore me. I think it’s time to find some fresh meat,” she admits with a sigh.
“You’re such a hussy,” I laugh.
“You should try it sometime,” she replies, winking at me.
••••
My dad has one of his rare days off today, so tonight we’re going to have a barbeque on the back deck. I’m in the kitchen making a salad and potato bake to go with the meat. Dad’s in the shower cleaning up. He spent the afternoon working on Carter’s car again. He seems to be really enjoying it. Meg has gone home to get changed. She’ll be joining us as well.
“Hey, Pumpkin,” my dad says when he walks back into the kitchen. “What can I do to help?”
“It’s all pretty much organised. When Meg gets back you can heat up the grill. I’m just going to pop the potato bake in the oven now,” I reply.
“I invited Carter as well. Hope that’s okay.” My mouth curves up into a smile. I love that my dad has taken to Carter. He needs a positive male role model in his life.
“Sure. You like him don’t you?” I ask.
“He’s a good kid.” I have to agree with him. I think underneath the front he puts on and all the smart arse remarks he makes, he is too. I think he’s just misunderstood.
“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about Carter,” I say turning to face my dad.
“I’m all ears,” he says grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“I know it’s none of my business, but Mr. Shepard was screaming at Carter this morning. He called him a bastard child and said if he wanted to live in his house he needed to earn his keep. He made him mow the lawns with a push mower and then clean out the garage.”
“He what? That man is a prick,” my dad sneers, anger clearly visible on his handsome face.
“My thoughts exactly, Daddy. I felt so sorry for Carter. I know there probably isn’t much you can do, but I thought you’d like to know. Maybe you can have a talk with him or something.”
“Leave it with me, Pumpkin,” he replies, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “I’m going to go out back and clean the grill.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I’m lucky to have such a wonderful father. I love him so much.
I stay in the kitchen preparing things until Meg arrives. I’m secretly thrilled Carter is coming over. I know he won’t give
me a hard time in front of my father. Well I hope he won’t. My dad would kick his arse if he knew how he treats me. Occasionally his nice side shines through, but not very often.
He seems different when he’s in my dad’s presence. I often hear them laughing while they’re working on the car. He has such a great laugh. It’s so different to the broody side I see. My dad’s a good man. He’ll be good for Carter.
Once Meg arrives, she helps me carry out what we need to set the table. We both got a lot of sun today so we look tanned. After I shower, I put on a white sundress. It accentuates my brown skin. “You look hot in that dress,” she says as she follows me out onto the deck.
“Thanks. So do you. You always look nice.”
“I know,” she says, and we both laugh.
I’m stopped in my tracks when I walk out onto the deck. Meg wasn’t expecting it and walks straight into my back. Carter’s already here. I didn’t realise. He must’ve used the side gate. He’s sitting on one of the outdoor sofas. Lassie is laying across his lap. He’s laughing at something my dad has said. God he’s beautiful when he’s happy. Just looking at him takes my breath away and sends my heart into a flutter.
Meg shoves me from behind. “Do I need to get the mop to clean up your drool?” she whispers in my ear. Bitch. I ignore her smart remark and keep walking. Thankfully, Carter was too busy to notice me checking him out.
“Here’s my two favourites girls,” dad says when he notices us. Carter’s head snaps in our direction. I watch as his eyes travel the length of my body before resting on my face. The look he gives me does funny things to my girly parts. It’s hot. He hasn’t even noticed Meg yet. His eyes are glued on me.
My dad clears his throat. I look over at him. His eyes are moving between Carter and I. Crap. “Is the meat nearly ready?” I inquire, trying to distract him from saying something.
“Nearly,” he replies giving me a strange look. Knowing my father had witnessed the exchange between us makes me feel awkward.