The color drained from my father’s face before he ran a hand down his chin in exasperation. “I hate it when you’re right. Luke, give us her number.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down to Roxy’s name. “540-555-3231.”
He grabbed the cordless house phone and dialed her number. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and chuckled. “No, Roxy this is his dad. Can I speak to one of your parents please? Yes, I’ll hold. Hello Mrs. Saintshill. Oh sorry… Jamie. This is Luke’s father Nate. I was just calling to inform you that my son was over at your house while you and Daniel were still at work. Really? So you knew. Oh…. Well…. I see…. I didn’t know that. I’m glad he could have helped out then. No, I understand. I just wanted to keep you informed just in case any problems arise.” He let out a small nervous laugh. “Oh…. I’m sure he is not aware of that. Yes, Eva and I would love to meet you two. The entire family? Well, there are eight of us. No, that’d be no problem. Just letting you know it’d be a house full. Hold on a second and I’ll ask. Eva, when is the next day everyone has off?”
My mother walked over to the calendar next to the fridge and looked over everyone’s work schedule. “Friday night. Why?”
“Jamie has invited everyone over for dinner so we can all get to know each other.” He explained covering the handset. “Is Friday okay? Great. What time? Seven sounds good. We will see you then. Good-bye.” He hung up the phone and sent me a curious look.
“So?” My mother asked.
“It seems that her mother was aware that he was over there. She seemed pleased that he was willing to keep her company until they could get home due to the problem Roxy is having with some kids at school. That he is such a sweetheart for looking after their precious little girl. That he has acted like the perfect gentlemen around her.” He explained rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.
“She’s having trouble in school?” My mother asked in concern placing a hand on his forearm.
“That’s what her mother said. Luke what do you know of it?” He looked at me the same way he looks at his clients when he is trying to gage their response. Almost like he could sense a lie.
“This guy showed up at her house the other night. It kinda creeped her out. At school today, he kept pestering her. Beau knows him from the team last year. He said that he is nothing but bad news and treats girls like they are disposable.” I shrugged my shoulder haphazardly.
He nodded in understanding and patted my shoulder before leaning down to whisper. “You may want to hurry up and get upstairs before your mother asks you about your jeans.”
*****
Roxy
My mother was true to her word and scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist on Friday at ten A.M. Now, I’d been to one before at the age of twelve when I first started getting my ‘monthly friend’ on a regular basis. I thought it was one of the most uncomfortable embarrassing things imaginable. The visit this morning was worse. I had to sit on that hard table with nothing but a paper-like gown on and nothing underneath it. The doctor who was older than God came in and smiled at me like some creepy skinny version of Santa Claus. The nurse who followed him in the room looked like a troll that crawled out from under a bridge to eat all the little children. She had a constant look on her face like she was sucking lemons and had a single black hair growing out of her chin that was long enough to braid.
They had me lay back and place each arm over my head one at a time to check to see if any abnormalities could be found in my breasts. When they were done molesting my chest, he grabbed the stool and scooted it to the bottom of the table I was on. Talk about uncomfortable. I could just feel my face heating up in embarrassment from being put on display for good ole father time and Broom Hilda the troll. After the ice-cold instruments and minutes of complete mortification were over, he gave me my prescription for the pill and told me to get dressed that all the test results from my pap smear would be in by next week. That if anything was found to be out of the ordinary I’d receive a call from them. Pap smear? What is that? I decided to look it up on the internet when I got home. There was no way I was going to go to school now after feeling like I had just been violated by a pair of salad tongs and a giant cotton swab.
Broom Hilda showed me to the front desk so I could pay the co-pay for the visit and gave me a sample pack of the pill with a list of warnings to go with it. I grabbed the list and read over them while she ran my credit card. No smoking. Check. No drinking. Check. Hmm, it looked like everything on here was just common sense things. She must have noticed my look of disgust when handing my card back. “What’s wrong, Miss Saintshill? Do you have any questions about the list?”
I placed my card back in my purse and shook my head. “No, I just can’t believe that some people need to be told these things. You think they’d already know not to do half of this stuff.”
She gave a hearty laugh causing her belly to shake. “People tend to be a little dim when it comes to stuff like that. Here’s your receipt. Have a good day.”
I grabbed the paper and headed out of the office door to my car. This week had gone by way too fast. After Monday’s little incident Luke and I have just held hands and snuck a kiss here and there when we could. He was no longer allowed to drive. So he was bummed about having to catch a ride with Beau to and from school. Which meant our time after the last bell rang was limited to a few minutes. He also managed to talk to his boss and take time off from work until he got his keys back. I forgot what he called it but his boss promised to hold his job for him. Which I think is cool. Luke said he doesn’t really need to work he just likes to stay busy and the extra cash was nice.
To be honest I liked having the chance to talk to him every night. So far every day after I got home he’d call and we’d chat while I did my homework and ate dinner. Then at night when everyone settled down for bed, we’d Skype until one of us passed out or his dad shut off his Wi-Fi for the night. Those were some interesting conversations. We talked about family, friends and stuff going on at school until I would take what he said in a perverted manner and giggle like a three year old. I blame Jess for that. She has thoroughly corrupted my mind into taking a trip to gutterville for an extended stay. Of course, it didn’t really have to go far. I was talking to a hot shirtless bit of eye candy.
I smiled in the rearview mirror as I pulled out of the parking space thinking about our conversation last night. I had just finished taking my bath when my laptop dinged letting me know he sent me a message. Not paying attention to the fact I had just a towel on I answered.
His video feed popped up showing him with eyes wide in surprise, arm suspended in mid-air in the midst of taking a drink. “Um…. Hey I didn’ know I was gonna git a show tonight?” He nervously laughed setting his glass down on his bedside table and ran a hand through his loose hair.
I looked down and suggestively rolled my shoulder. “If you play your cards right maybe.”
His face got serious as he asked voice cracking in his excitement. “Really?”
I smirked and covered the camera with my hand taking the towel off. With my hand still over the top of the laptop, I draped the towel over it and quickly got dressed in those pink booty shorts and black tank top from Monday night. I bypassed putting a bra on, grabbed the laptop and sat on my bed before removing the towel. “Yeah maybe. Depends on what I get in return.” I crossed my legs in front of me, placed the laptop on my lap and leaned back against my headboard.
He cleared his throat and scratched his eyebrow, his little dimple popping out to say hello making me smile in return. When he talked, his voice had dropped an octave and gotten husky with desire. “I’d give ya anyting ya wanted.”
My finger started tracing the neck of my tank top in slow movements. “That could be very dangerous you know.” I saw him visibly swallow and the video went shaky for a minute before finally going back into focus. He’d taken off his shirt and was lying on his bed on his side facing the camera. Maybe it was the er
otic memory of Monday and the knowledge that I was going on the pill to ensure that I would be halfway protected if I decided to go further with him that made me more adventurous. “Man, there you go teasing me with those abs again. You know that day in my car when you took off your shirt and patched up my wrist. All I could think about was how I wanted to lick and bite them. It took everything in me that day to keep myself on my side of the car and not attack you.”
His eyes closed as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Gawd, chèr. Ya are killin’ me.”
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” I smirked sliding the bottom of my shirt up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of skin.
He bit his bottom lip and took a deep shuddered breath. “No.” His greedy gaze took in all that I was willing to show him at that moment. Man, that look sent a stream of fire coursing through my veins giving me courage.
I glanced over to my bedroom door to make sure I had locked it. I really didn’t need my parents bursting in and catching me in what I was about to do. Just how far was I willing to go with this I don’t know but I was definitely game. My hand caressed my stomach every now and then slipping my shirt up a bit more. “So I can have anything I want if I give you a little show huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Is your door locked? I don’t want anyone interrupting.”
He got up shaking the image in the process. His footsteps were muffled as he padded across the carpeted floor followed by a distinctive click of the lock. He quickly hurried back and sat in front of the camera. He adjusted the screen a moment before settling back to his position.
“No, baby, sit up. I want to be able to see all of you.” I chewed on my bottom lip to see if he’d listen. I saw him take a deep breath and sit with his back to the wall and the laptop now settled between his legs tilted up to his face. He had on a pair of red and black checkered boxers that were tented at the apex of his legs. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and tried to discreetly adjust himself.
He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment when he noticed that I caught that. “Sorry. I can’ help it. Ya are jus’ really gettin’ ta me right now.”
With my heart now racing, I licked my lip slowly sucking it into my mouth before whispering. “Show me.”
“Wha’?” He stuttered.
“Show me just how much I am getting to you.” I sat up straighter placing the computer in front of me. He swallowed hard before grabbing the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips and pulled them off tossing them off the bed. He sat back and gave me a good view of his dick. Jess and my mom had both described what one looked like to me years ago. Of course, Jess went into a bit too much detail and even pulled up a site on her dad’s old desktop computer with nothing but, to show me exactly what it looked like. So I got to see exactly how many shapes and sizes they came in. Luke’s was tantalizing. It curved a bit to the left and seemed thicker than my purple bottle of scrunch hairspray. I bit my bottom lip and let out a slight gasp when it twitched at my scrutiny. Great my shorts were getting a bit damp again.
He cleared his throat and hoarsely whispered. “Now you. Take off your shirt.” I sat up and slowly pulled the tank top up inch by inch. He groaned when my breasts were finally released. I tossed my shirt beside me and ran my hands over them giving my nipple a slight pinch. “Gawd, love, do dat agin.”
I looked at the screen and slowly caressed each one as he grabbed his dick in his hand. He slowly moved his hand up and down intensely staring at me. Just watching him pleasure himself to me started getting me all tingly like Monday night. I bit my lip as I pinched my nipple in one hand. My other stroked my stomach and headed into my shorts. His eyes got wide and mouth dropped open when he noticed my hips slowly rocking. Now I took my mom’s suggestion a little further than what she meant. If I wanted to know what pleased me I wasn’t going to wait for someone else to show me. I wanted to find out myself. So I knew exactly where to touch and how much pressure to use to get my heart pumping.
His voice groaned. “I wan’ ta see ya do dat. Take dose shorts off.”
I grinned seductively as I inched them down my legs. Now thanks to my grandmother’s heritage, at least that’s what mom says, I don’t really have that much hair and the stuff I do have I keep nice and trimmed. Personally, I would never go the waxed or shaved route. For a few reasons, if that’s what gets a guy going then he doesn’t really want a woman just a pre-pubescent little girl. We have hair for a reason. Plus that shit just itches when it grows back.
He let out a small groan as he continued to pump into his fist watching me massage myself. “Gawd, love, ya don’ know how bad I wan’ ta be dere wit ya right now.” He started whispering all the things he had dreamt about doing to me. How he had fantasized about how I tasted and couldn’t wait for the day he might be allowed to find out. I closed my eyes and let his words and my actions take over my senses.
Moments after I came floating back to reality I witnessed his ejaculation. My eyes widened in surprise at the ferocity of the stream shooting onto his stomach. I quickly put my clothes back on and waited for him to clean up. The video shifted for a moment going blurry as he got out of bed then quickly coming back into focus. He had also put his boxers back on.
I chewed on my lip nervously. “I really didn’t expect that to happen.”
He chuckled and shrugged glancing over at his alarm clock. “Neither did I. Damn, I don’ have dat much longer before Dad shuts off da Wi-Fi for da night. We really need ta go out sometime soon. Hopefully, I’ll get my keys back and I can take ya fo’ a ride on da Parkway while it’s still somewhat warm. I’ll see ya at school?”
“Actually, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. So I might not be in school depending on how I feel afterward.” I explained unconsciously playing with a strand of my still damp hair.
“Everyting okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just a routine girlie checkup but I always get weirded out after them.” I grimaced.
“A girlie checkup?”
“Yeah. One of those doctors that specialize in female parts to make sure everything is working how it should.” I could feel my cheeks heating up in my embarrassment of having to explain it to him.
“Oh. Well, text or call me when ya get out ta let me know how tings are.”
“I will. Night, Luke.” I moved the mouse to click exit.
“Oh and Roxy. I’ll be dreamin’ of ya.” His screen went black.
I snapped out of my revelry when the car behind me honked its horn to let me know the light had turned green. I ducked my head in shame and sped up to turn down my street. While I was still concerned about how quickly our relationship was moving I took my mom’s advice and decided not to worry about it too much. I am honestly just hoping that I won’t turn fifty shades of red when I see him in person today. While I might get a bit crazy on the phone or via internet, I’m still somewhat shy around him. Strange I know.
I pulled up to my house and saw a beaten up VW bus parked out front. Wow, when mom said the entire family she wasn’t kidding. I quickly swung the car into the garage, turned it off and ran into the house. “Amá sání!” I shouted when I saw my grandmother standing in the kitchen barefoot stirring something on the stove. She was a short curvaceous woman in her early sixties. Her hair ran down her back brushing slightly at her hips. It had just started to streak with silver assassins. Grey hair to us normal people. She had on a bright lime green peasant blouse that showed off her bare shoulders and a flowing brown skirt that reached her ankles. Thank God, she decided to wear a bra today.
She turned around and smiled at me holding her arms out for me to run into. “Roxanne. It’s good to see you. I thought you were supposed to be in school at this time though.”
I squeezed her tight taking in her unique scent of lilac and rose. “I had a doctor’s appointment today.”
“Is everything alright? You don’t feel like you are getting sick.” She placed her palm against my forehead.
I shrug
ged her off. “Not that kind of doctor. Mom insisted that I get put on the pill.”
She shook her head and turned back to the stove. “About time. I was beginning to wonder if that stiff she married was ever going to admit that you are turning into a woman.”
I sat down at the kitchen island. “Daddy’s not a stiff.”
“Sweets, he is as prude as they come but that’s his mother’s fault. Now go put your stuff up and get back here to tell me all about this boy of yours and his family.” She shooed me out of the kitchen.
On the way to my room, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Luke.
Me: Just got home. Typical crap happened at appt. Can’t wait to see you tonight.
Luke: Glad you are home. Class just isn’t the same without you. Warn you now my parents are early for everything. So we might be there around six thirty.
Me: Yay! That just means I can see you sooner.
Luke: Till then, love.
Wait. What? I stood in the middle of the hall coming back from my room just staring at my phone like it grew a head and legs and started doing a jig on my palm. Love? Since when did he start calling me that? I quickly thought back to all of our previous conversations and realized that he called me that last night as well. I’m probably reading too much into it.
*****
Chapter Eleven
Luke
I put my phone back in my pocket with a silly grin plastered on my face. It’s the same grin I woke up with this morning after recalling the previous night. No, I can’t think of that here at school. That could get humiliating real quick. Just one more class for the day and I can hurry up and get home to push my parents to get ready. I quickly grabbed my things from my locker and headed toward English passing a startled Jess along the way.
“Hey what’s up?” I asked her when I noticed it looked like she had been crying.
“Just that bastard Bus. I swear I’m so pissed right now I could rip his balls off and shove them up his ass so far he’d be tasting my fingernail polish for weeks.” She huffed pulling her books tighter against her.
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