I nod—feeling the pissiness starting to sink in.
“It wasn’t as if I stayed and gawked,” I lie. Now it’s time to put it back on him. “I guess I’m a little mortified too, Jesse. I mean after all, you’re still married to our mother.”
Hah!
I start to get up from the table, but his hand reaches across and stays me. His touch is like a bolt of electricity, sending ripples of shock waves through me.
“Now just a minute here,” he says, his tone getting firm, his eyes flashing darker. “Your ma left me years ago to be with someone else. I guess I’m expected to be what? Some kind of a monk?”
“Oh—so you do this all the time?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, actually, I don’t. What with my work hours and taking care of Scout, I haven’t had time to cultivate a relationship. It just so happens that moving here has given me the opportunity to meet a nice lady like Casey, and I guess it feels nice to have someone to care for and get the same in return. Can you understand that?”
I look into his eyes and see that he wants my approval for some odd reason. But he’s not getting it.
“No—I don’t,” I deadpan. “I’m a teenager, I get that, but I kind of had to grow up fast if you remember. I mean don’t get me wrong, I realize I’m not quite an adult yet either, but why would you string someone as nice as Casey along, when there’s no chance of marriage until you divorce Mama?”
Planting the seeds of guilt.
“What are you talking about? Who said anything about marriage?”
This is an opportunity I don’t intend to let slip by. “Well, I mean—Casey and I have talked before, you know? Girl talk sort’ve things and she shared with me stuff about her divorce, and that she wants to get married again. In fact, she asked about your status with Mama. That very first day I met her she asked about that, so I guess that’s why I mentioned marriage.”
“Hmmph,” is all he manages.
“But really, don’t you think it’s time you ended the marriage? I mean, what’s the point in staying married to someone that’s gone—deserted all of us the way she did?”
“Let’s not sway from the subject,” he replies, looking at me with those piercing eyes of his. “I think it might be a good idea if you apologize to Casey so she doesn’t feel quite so . . . uncomfortable about the situation.”
“Sure. No problem.”
He gives me a smile now, glad that I’m so acquiescent to his request. He continues to evade the obvious though. Why hasn’t he divorced Mama?
“Thanks, September. I appreciate it and I know that she will too.”
My phone rings. It’s Austin.
“Hi Austin,” I gush, getting up from the table to show Jesse I need some privacy.
Perfect timing.
Chapter 6
* * *
I’m just putting the finishing touches on my make-up; having dressed in a really tight, really short jean skirt, with a clingy white summer camisole with a built-in push-up bra. My toned legs are smooth and glowing from the exfoliation I did this afternoon in the tub, along with the bikini wax that I was a bit over-do for.
I’d gone over to Casey’s around noon, asking her if she had a couple of minutes to talk. She came out onto the porch, rubbing her bare arms, and I could see how uncomfortable she was.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m really, really sorry about last night.” I explained to her the same thing I had explained to Jesse.
“I had every intention of ringing the bell, but well—I was kinda caught off-guard when I got to the steps and then heard those . . . noises coming from your open window. I seriously thought someone was in pain or being tortured and I guess I wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong, you know? You hear so much about home invasions and that sort of thing . . . so I was simply trying to play it safe. Be cautious in case I observed a crime in process and needed to call the authorities.”
I watched as Casey’s face turned several shades of pink as I explained my rationale for window peeping to her.
“I totally understand,” she murmured, not wanting to belabor the topic.
“So, am I forgiven?” I asked coyly.
“Oh honey, I was never mad at you—just embarrassed and of course, a little concerned that you might be upset or angry or something. You know all I want to do is make your step-daddy happy, right?”
“I get it,” I assured her. “In fact, I told him just this morning that he needs to stop dragging his feet with getting a divorce. I mean it’s been years since our mother left, and I expect he’d like to get married again. It’s perfectly natural that he wants a woman in his life, and I think you’re perfect for him.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. I mean what my mom did was just plain wrong! Jesse deserves better than that and I can tell that you’re in no way anything like our mother.”
“What did Jesse say?” she asked, totally curious now.
“He said that up until he met you, he’s not wanted to have a relationship and that he really cares about you,” I replied with a big grin. “I mean I can tell that you make him totally happy.”
“Really?” she repeated again, not hiding her enthusiasm.
“Yep. But here’s the thing. Jesse works so many hours that he’s finding it kind of difficult to find the time to track my mother down, so that he can find out where she’s living and start the divorce proceedings and all. I was thinking that maybe since you’re off for the summer, you might be able to help him out with that.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied, frowning. “I might be over-stepping my bounds.”
I shrugged, my expression turning dismal. “Well, I’d do it myself except I don’t know where to begin. Jesse doesn’t have a home computer so the internet is out. I thought maybe you being a teacher and all, having a computer at your house, you might know of ways to do that.”
I watched as she bit her lower lip thoughtfully. “You know, my brother-in-law has a business that does nothing but skip-trace work for collection agencies. Do you think that you can get me her social security number?”
“I’m sure I can,” I replied, eager to help. “Let me check around and I’ll try and get it for you by tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. I’ll give my brother-in-law a call as soon as you get it to me, how’s that?”
“Perfect. And Casey? Let’s not tell him that I asked for your help. I don’t want him getting pissed off at me for dragging you into it.”
“Trust me. This will be our secret.”
“Great! Gotta get back home and start my spa day. I’ve got a date with Austin tonight.”
“That’s great, honey! I think you and he will really hit it off.”
“I know we will,” I replied, waving good-bye to her as I headed down the steps of her porch. “See you later.”
I give myself one final look in the mirror and see that the smirk I’m wearing after thinking back to my conversation earlier with Casey is tell-all, so I lose it.
Tonight I have plans with Austin and I’m sure that he’ll be totally down with them. After all, his aunt is financially looking after his best interests for our first date.
I grab the condoms that I’d swiped earlier from Jesse’s room and toss them into my purse.
Showtime!
Jesse is in the living room playing a game of checkers with Scout when I make my appearance.
“How do I look?” I ask, twirling around to give them a full view.
I’ve added my brown heeled sandals, and I’ve pulled my blond hair up into a perky ponytail, to keep cool in the summer evening heat.
“You look pretty!” Scout says, her eyes widening. “Are you going on a date with Catherine’s cousin?”
“Sure am,” I answer with a smile.
I don’t miss the fact that Jesse’s eyes are perusing me as well, giving me the elevator stare, up and down, down and up. I see his brow furrow in con
cern. “Where exactly is the boy taking you?” he asks.
“He said something about going to a summer carnival over in Waldron,” I reply. They have rides and arcades set up—that sort of thing—and then a fireworks display.”
“Scout, go to your room for a few minutes. I need to talk to your sister.”
I’m stunned and Scout is pissed, not understanding why she’s been banished from the room. Her body language says it all.
“I’m not sure what you’re wearing is appropriate,” Jesse says, his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual on my breasts. “I mean, you need to understand what guys think when they see a girl—a woman,” he corrects quickly, “Dressed so . . . provocatively. I’m only saying this because I don’t want you having to spend your evening fighting off his wandering paws.”
I smirk quietly. “I dress like this back home,” I reply innocently. “I mean Todd never complained.”
“I’m only trying to offer advice. I’d hate for you to be lured into something you’re not ready for, is all.”
He’s clearly not comfortable with my outfit. Hah!
“Well, don’t worry. I’ve had to slap hands before. I can handle it.”
He’s staring a blazing hole through me now. I mean it’s a burning gaze.
“I want you home by eleven,” Jesse says.
My eyes widen and I immediately form a pout with my lips. “Eleven? I’m almost eighteen for heaven’s sake! Besides, it’s eight ‘clock right now, and he hasn’t even picked me up yet. The festival lasts until midnight.” I put just a whisper of a whine into my voice for effect.
“Okay,” he relents hesitantly, “midnight then, but not one minute later, hear?”
“I guess,” I mutter, still not happy with such an early curfew.
“And put your damn seatbelt on. That boy drives like a maniac.”
“Yeah, okay,” I mumble, secretly loving it that he’s not comfortable with this. I move towards the front door when I hear the sound of Austin’s car horn out front.”
“You mean he’s not even coming to the door to get you?”
“God, you sound like Grandpa now,” I mumble, grabbing my purse and heading out the door. “Laters.”
Chapter 7
* * *
Austin lets out a low cat whistle as I climb into the passenger seat of his car. He has some Cold Play rockin’ and I give him a flirty smile.
“You like?”
“Oh, I absolutely like,” he murmurs. “I’m surprised your father let you out of the house, that’s all.” He’s making no pretense of eyeing my cleavage, my breasts are all but overflowing the built in cups. I’m kinda proud of my girls. A 34C—nearly “D” as a matter of fact, and they’ve brought me a good share of attention over the past couple of years as I’ve blossomed. Todd has been their number one fan up to this point, but tonight, I’m hoping to add another admirer of them to my list.
“Stepfather,” I correct him, “And he did his best to give me an eleven p.m. curfew.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah—but it’s all good. I negotiated a bit and had it extended to midnight.”
He glances over to me and his eyes are now focused on my bare thighs. “But the carnival isn’t over until midnight with the fireworks display, and then it’s a thirty minute drive back here. Seems like he’s a little overly-protective being that you’re seventeen and all.”
I bite my lower lip in contemplation and then give him a slight frown. “Well then, maybe we should adjust our plans for tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“We don’t have to go out of town for fireworks, do we? I’m thinking we can make some of our own.”
I flash him a sexy smile. He needs to think that I’ve had my share of experience, which of course, I haven’t. But that’s what he’s for, after all. I’m sure he’s not even close to being a virgin with his looks and his cock-sure demeanor.
Pardon the pun.
“Seriously?”
“I don’t kid about that sort of thing.”
“Anything you say, baby,” he says, his voice huskier now. He puts his right hand on my bare thigh, gently massaging it. “I know a great place not too far from here.”
He turns at the next light and heads his car out onto the two-lane highway that morphs into the rural area outside of town. Several miles down the road near the ramps to access I-40, there’s a sprinkling of restaurants and hotels at our disposal.
“Pick one,” Austin says, “Ladies choice.”
Since Casey is paying—let’s see if we can get her money’s worth.
“Hmm, let’s see. I’m kinda partial to the Marriott,” I reply, picking out the most expensive one on the horizon. He’ll have no issue with the expense since he’s not paying for it! And I’m sure my virginity is the cherry on top!
“Marriott it is, doll,” he replies with a sexy wink as he pulls his car into the parking lot and up to the lobby entrance. “Be right back, baby.”
No more than five minutes later Austin returns, key card in hand. “We’re in Suite 113,” he says, starting the car and pulling it over into a parking space. “I think that just may be my new lucky number.”
“I think you may just be right,” I reply, my hand now rubbing his khaki-covered thigh intimately. “Do they have room service?” I ask coyly, getting bolder with my hand.
“Sure they do. You hungry?”
I shake my head. “No, I was thinking maybe some wine or champagne?”
“Absolutely. Champagne and strawberries for my lady, how does that sound?”
“Very romantic and very sexy.”
“You’ve got it.”
We’ve downed nearly one of the two bottles of champagne, and snacked on strawberries before Austin gets down to business. I’m starting to wonder if he’s as experienced as he tries to come off. He certainly needs his share of liquid courage.
There’s nothing smooth or sensual about his approach. He simply instructs me to get naked after we’ve been making out on the bed for the last twenty minutes or more.
I do as he instructs, and watch as he peels off his tee shirt and Bermuda shorts. He wears tidy-whitey underwear, and his pecker is standing at attention once relieved of those.
Now I’ve never seen Todd’s dick, but I’ve felt it before, and God knows, we’ve done our share of dry humping, so I have some point of reference as to its size and girth.
Poor Austin here isn’t measuring up.
At all.
“Fuck, I left my condoms in the car,” he mutters.
“No worries,” I say, grabbing my purse on the nightstand and tossing him one. “I came prepared.”
“And so you did you little minx,” he replies, ripping open the foil, and rolling the latex down the length of his short, slender erection.
This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m thinking he might need to gore me with that needle-dick of his a few rounds before he totally obliterates my cherry.
“Spread those long legs,” he orders, on his knees, inching towards me with his weapon in hand. “Is this your first time? Not trying to be nosey, but I need to know how gentle I’ll have to be with you is all.”
I nod. “Yes it is, Austin.”
“Okay - I’ll be as gentle as possible,” he murmurs, dipping down lower.
I can feel the tip of his penis poking around my slit and for some odd reason, I feel a sudden urge to burst out laughing at how totally ridiculous this must look to the ceiling and walls of this hotel room. God knows, they’ve had to have seen better.
“That’s a girl,” he croons, pushing the head in just a bit deeper. So far, all systems are good. His fingers are now at least massaging my clit, getting me lubed up a little bit. “Ah, I see you’re already wet and willing,” he teases. “Hopefully you’ll feel less pain this way.”
Just fuck me, dick-wad.
“Ugh,” he moans, thrusting his joystick in a little further, and I d
o feel a stab of pain as he hits my stubborn hymen. “Jesus Christ your pussy is tight. Not what I’m used to I guess.”
Those are the last words that come out of his mouth as he grunts and pumps, and I feel his balls slap against my skin a few times, and then it’s over before it began. He slumps against me, his breathing still coming hard and fast and moans, “Fuck that was good.”
Rewind—what?
I feel his now deflated penis slither out of me like a wet noodle. I hurry and pull the covers up under my chin after he rolls off and over to the side of me.
He’s spent.
Oh. My. God.
“No worries, babe. Give me five and I’ll be raring to go again.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What? Why?”
“Let’s just finish this champagne. Then you can take me home.”
“Whatever,” he says with a shrug, sitting up and reaching for his underwear. “It’s all about you tonight.”
Pfft.
Chapter 8
* * *
I let myself into the house as quietly as I possibly can seeing that I’ve missed curfew by thirty-five minutes.
Who’d have thought those few glasses of champagne would be enough to get me hammered until I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything since I’d picked at my breakfast that morning.
I want more than anything else to forget this evening ever happened! That’s not to say that I regret the path that I took because clearly I don’t.
I had set out to accomplish something, and I in fact did accomplish it, though not in the way I would’ve hoped or expected.
I see movement from the sofa that startles me.
Damn!
“You’re fucking late.”
“I’m sorry,” I say mustering up my best apologetic voice. “I totally lost track of time.”
Jesse is up and off the couch and doing his very best to be in my face. I can’t help but notice he’s shirtless and my eyes travel south, mentally admiring the way his light cotton pj pants hang low on his narrow hips.
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