by Ethan Egorov
“True. I guess. Was he… well endowed?” she snickers.
I shake my head at her and feel myself blushing at the thought.
“Sure.” I play it off.
She laughs, knowing I am being coy about it. It’s not that I can’t talk about sex. It’s just that I haven’t fully processed everything yet and until I do, I don’t know how to talk about it. Last night with Spencer was perfect. I could replay every minute of it if I could, but it is honestly a blur now. The important moments are there, sure, but most of it is just a fleeting thought I wish I could hold on to.
Our food arrives, and I start at my salad before eating the sandwich. This place is overly expensive but the food is good, so we still come by often.
Adriana fills me in on her school stuff. Even though it’s the summer she has to plan for next year, and they want to add more readings for the kids’ schedule. I don’t know anything about education but that is her forte, so I listen and pretend to offer advice.
“What about your parents? What happened after they talked?”
I forget that I text her about everything as it happens and forget. It’s just how we are, we have been friends so long that we can go days without talking and then talk all day every day. I freaked out at first, about my parents talking, and I guess I forgot to follow up with her.
“Um, not much. They just had the same conversation over again. He asked her to come for fourth of July and she hasn’t given him an answer yet,” I tell her. I still have mixed feelings about the whole thing. All I know is I want her to come down, so I can see her. I don’t exactly want to be in the middle of their argument again.
“That’s sweet. At last your dad reached out to her first, that’s very chivalrous.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I nibble on a stray pepper from my sandwich as she looks at me.
“Don’t you want them to work things out?” she asks.
“Yeah, I do. Sometimes I don’t but for the most part, it would be nice if my life wasn’t divided anymore. But it’s their life too and they can’t do it for just me, I’m too old for that. Besides, my mom is right. For the most part.” I say again, because there are other parts to consider. Where they could just work it out without giving each other ultimatums.
“I get that, but your parents were so good together. Even I remember them. Plus they’re like the hottest couple around—”
I spit my water back into the glass and she laughs at me. I find it in me to laugh too, but I am still shocked by what the hell she just said.
“Oh my god, I do not want to think about my parents that way.” I giggle.
She shrugs, “Well it’s true. Your mom is gorgeous, that’s where you get it from. And your dad is the definition of silver fox.”
I almost throw up in my mouth but contain myself. “He doesn’t even have any gray hair.” I shake my head, finding it in me to keep eating. I’m starving despite this weird turn of the conversation.
“Okay, fair enough, but I am right. You should convince her to come.”
I nod, “I will. Or I’ll try at least.”
“Now, about Spencer—” she leans forward and I throw a French fry at her.
“No, we’re not doing this.”
She whines, “At least tell me if you like him more. Or if you’re going to tell your dad.”
I laugh, “Um, yeah I like him too much, I think. He likes me too so at least I’m not alone in that regard. And I guess it just depends on how things go, if I tell my dad. I don’t want to get him in trouble, the club seems really important to him.” I sigh. The way he told me about his brother makes it seem like the club is important to him, even if it wasn’t his idea to join. I don’t want to be the one that pushes him out, because I know my dad will be as over the top about it as possible. I don’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed.
“Yeah, but that shouldn’t be your responsibility. Spencer seems like a good guy though, right?”
I nod, “Yeah, he is. I might tell him, but… I just don’t know yet. It’s easier to just have fun. And my dad is leaving for a few days anyway. Something about club.”
“Oh awesome. Unless it’s dangerous.” She changes her voice.
I laugh once because I thought that same thing. Time away from my dad would make it easier to sneak around and not worry about being caught all the time.
“Um, it might be. He wouldn’t tell me straight up, he never does.” There have only been a few times that I have been around for his club business things, and I never thought about it much back then.
“Maybe ask Spencer. He might know.”
I nod, but he’s still a new member, Dad still thinks about him as a prospect anyway, so I doubt he might know.
“Thanks.” I tell her.
“Now, I need to tell you about this guy I hooked up with.”
I laugh at her and listen, anything to get me out of my own thoughts. We finish up at the café and I go back home. Dad left already, and I’m not sure when I’ll see him again. I call my mom and lounge in the living room for a while, honestly bored.
There is only one person that occupies my thoughts now.
15
Spencer
The first thing I think about when I wake up is Jeannine. Which leads to me staring at her photo she sent me long enough for my morning wood to turn into a real hard on I have to take care of before I even get out of bed, I’m not complaining. I’m happy to have her on my mind. After I go through my morning routine and workout, I text her to see how she is. I’m itching to see her, but I don’t want it to seem like I always have to be around her, even if I do feel like that.
But she ends up being busy and I have to entertain myself. I don’t have to go into the club or the shop today, so my time is my own. The only hobby I have is crossword puzzles or sudoku. Growing up in foster care, we didn’t have many toys or shit to play with, but the paper got dropped off at the door every morning and they piled up, so I started doing the crossword games in them and it stuck. It’s one of the only sad stories I have, or kind of sad anyway. Roland doesn’t have them, he tries to pretend he’s okay but I know that he isn’t. The guys at the club think they know him but they don’t. It’s why it pisses me off that he told them a bunch of shit about me. My life story isn’t really up for grabs.
“Have you been sitting there all day?” Roland comes in, slamming the door behind him. He does some rummaging around in the kitchen and I don’t answer him until he walks in the living room with two beers. He hands me one and gives me a funny look.
“Not necessarily. Where have you been?” I ask him.
He takes off his cut and sits on the side chair, kicking his boots off and propping his feet up.
“At the club. Some shit went down.” He drinks his beer and half watches the tv, just another reality show I have playing.
I drop the puzzle and sip at my beer.
“Like what?” I ask. I don’t fully know what goes on at the club behind the scenes so I don’t even know why I asked. He gives me a look that tells me why before he looks away. I sip at the beer as he stays silent.
“Look, I’m asking as your brother. You look like you’re about to blow a gasket. You don’t do well with stress.” I chuckle once, but I don’t really find it funny.
He sighs, finishing his beer before he says anything. Like me, he combs at his hair when he is thinking.
“We’ve got this rival club poking their heads where they don’t belong. And we don’t really know what they want yet. So Tank is trying to talk with their pres and figure it out before it gets out of hand.” He explains. He still looks torn up about it so I don’t know what else he might be hiding.
“So what do you have to do?” I ask him.
He sighs, “Pretty much not let this turn into some sort of club war. The last one was… horrible to say the least.”
“Was that when you disappeared for a few months?” I ask.
“I didn’t disappear, I was in their territory, couldn’t really make
myself known. But it should be okay now. Tank doesn’t like fights like the others, he’ll take care of it.” Roland pushes it off like it’s nothing, and for some reason the only thing I worry about is Jeannine. If she knows, she must be worried about her dad.
“Well what is it exactly?” I ask him.
“You know how we make our money?” he asks.
I nod once, leaning forward. He exhales and gives me an odd look.
“It’s about that, pretty much. They want what we have, the runs with a bulk of transport. If they get that, then they have the cartel gangs on their side and that means more manpower. Right now we have most of it.”
I widen my eyes. I never would have guessed that all this goes on, it doesn’t seem like it. From the outside in, it really does just seem like a bunch of guys with bikes and leather jackets always hanging out at the bar. Clearly it isn’t. This sounds like fighting and guys going after each other, ready to draw blood. I don’t like how my brother is involved in it but he is the older one, he seems to know what he’s doing.
“So… this is a turf fight? One that’s clearly going to be dangerous. How much are you going to be involved in it?” I ask him.
He drops his head at me and looks away, in that older brother protective way that irritates me. Now I know for sure I can’t tell him about Jeannine, he has enough going on.
“As much as I need to be. Don’t worry about me, it’s nothing I haven’t done before.” He laughs once. I flip him off but accept that he’s right, even still. With all this going on, it seems there is only one person I actually want to talk to about this. That can help me feel better.
“Anyway, I’m starving. You want to split a pizza?” he asks.
“We eat way too much pizza. But I also have plans so you’ll have to be unhealthy alone.” I smirk at him. He flips me off in return and gets up to go to the kitchen.
As soon as he goes, I take out my phone and text Jeannine.
Me: Are you still with your only friend?
I smirk, waiting for her to respond. I watch the dots as she types in anticipation.
Jeannine: No why?
Me: I want to see you. Is your dad home?
I ask and wait for a response, a little longer than last time. It seems she has her phone and then drops it somewhere else.
Jeannine: No he left for some club thing…
Me: I’m coming to get you.
I dress hurriedly in jeans and a tee shirt, it’s too warm for my cut now but I know it will cool down later, and Jeannine likes to wear it. Even though she has her own now, it’s a cute one, but I don’t mind that she likes mine. I don’t mind a lot of things about her, and that’s equal parts exciting and scary. I’ve never felt like this about a girl before, so of course with my luck it ends up being one that’s kind of off limits. I have told myself to stop thinking that way about it. She’s just a girl, I’m just a guy.
I know where she lives, and I’m glad that her dad isn’t around right now, even though it also means my brother is getting involved in dangerous shit. She told me to go to the back door, so I pull my bike in past the detached garage and knock on the back door. She comes up soon, behind the screen door I take her in like it’s been ages since I have seen her when really it was just less than a day.
She has on a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt that almost covers it. It’s tight around her breasts, I’ve missed them. I grin at her as she opens the screen door and lets me in.
“Hi,” she smiles widely, brightening up my day. It’s barely seven and it feels like the sun is coming up all over again, even though it’s about to set.
“Hey angel,” I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her in close to me. Her soft body presses against mine and I catch her gaze before I kiss her. Softly at first, I spin her so she leans against a wall and I press into her. My cock twitches and we haven’t even done anything. She parts her lips to me and I swipe my tongue against her lips before it collides with hers. I taste her sweet mouth, able to tell she already had some lemonade today, and I smirk against her lips.
“So I guessed you missed me.” She giggles against me when I release her.
I pull back and squeeze her hips, grinning down at her. She has her hair down and curly, framing her round face. Her cheeks are blushed red, her lips a perfect pink color as they plump up.
“I did. You didn’t miss me?” I chuckle, kissing the corner of her lips. I glance at the hickey I left, smiling at the sight of having marked her.
“Of course I did. I’m glad you texted.” She sighs, moving around me. I follow her through the house, it doesn’t seem like Tank at all but then again, I don’t really know him. She stops in the kitchen. “My dad told me he was leaving for a few days this morning. He told me not to throw a party.” She giggles, then she pours me a glass of water and hands it to me.
“Thanks. And we don’t have to have a party but we can have fun.”
She laughs, “He’ll smell your scent in the house or something when he gets back.”
I drink the water; my mouth gets dry from being on the bike.
“So should I leave or something?” I ask her.
She leans on the counter and crosses her arms, I get distracted by her breasts again and drink more water.
“No, no you don’t have to leave. I’m glad you came.” She smiles. “Um, are you hungry? I was just about to order some dinner.” She says.
I chuckle, “When are you not eating?” I smile at her and she shakes her head. “Sure, I’ll eat.”
She goes in the drawer and pulls out a ton of takeout menus.
“My dad doesn’t cook.” She explains as she sifts through them.
“I can tell.” I finish the water and get up to put the glass in the sink.
“You like sushi?” she asks.
I make a face, “I tolerate it.”
She smiles at me and orders it anyway. I listen to her order and am mesmerized by her voice. I’m mesmerized by everything she does, even the little things.
“You want to watch a movie?” she suggests.
I lean over her on the counter and smirk, “Not particularly.”
Her eyes widen, those pools of brown looking like honey as she looks up at me. She swallows, her cheeks flushing a deeper color. I press my hips closer to her and she tenses at feeling my cock against her, before she relaxes.
“What do you want to do?” her eye lids flutter closed as I trail my fingers up her thigh. I grip her hips and lift her onto the counter, she gasps and clutches at my arms.
“This is what I want to do.” I kiss her, hard, but I have no intention of fucking her on the counter. Not in her dad’s house, I am going to have a little fun.
She laces her fingers in my hair, tugging at me as I kiss her more. I slide my fingers in her mesh shorts, grazing her pussy through her panties. She has on a pair of cotton ones again, and I rub her until I feel her get wet through them. She moans against my lips, breaking the kiss. I trail my lips down her neck and work at that sweet spot that makes her moan.
I tug her panties aside and push two fingers in her. She cries out, her moans are like music to my ears. I keep going just so I can hear more of them.
“Spencer—oh my god,” she moans, clutching at my arms.
I pump her harder, feeling her clench around my fingers. I press my palm to her and rub against her clit more, bringing her closer. My cock hardens to unimaginable limits, her pleasure gives me pleasure, all that matters is her right now though. I keep going until she is trembling against me, crying out with her orgasm.
“I’m never going to look at this kitchen the same way again.” She giggles.
I grin at her, withdrawing my hand. She watches me as I suck my fingers, tasting her on my skin. She blushes deep crimson and I grin at her cuteness.
“I need to um—change.” She mutters, her eyes trailing on me. I chuckle at her as she wobbles off to her room, literally wobbles, I suppose her knees are a little weak.
I stay in the kitchen, tak
e my jacket off and wash up before I get comfortable in the living room. Well, I try to, but it kind of reminds me of Tank too much. I should feel bad that I’m in his house, defiling his daughter, but I just don’t. It’s how much I care for her.
I stand back up and look around the room, finding a photo wall by the television. There are a few of her and her mom together, and the three of them. He has more of just her and her mom and I can tell he still loves her, whoever she is. She looks like her mom, both tan and pretty with their curly hair. There is only one photo of just Tank and his wife, it seems to be on their wedding day because she’s wearing white and straddling him on his bike, and they’re smiling at each other. I don’t know why I get a glimpse of that with Jeannine in my head, when her dad is probably going to kill me when he finds out. I know he will eventually, there is no way to hide something like this. But it still leaves me with a heavy feeling. It quickly leaves though, when I feel Jeannine walk back in the room.
“Are you snooping?” she asks, and I laugh at remembering the first time we met.
“Not really.” I lie. She looks as I remember her, in a different pair of shorts. These are fuzzy and gray.
“Do you mind if we uh, hang out in your room? I just feel like I’m… being watched.” I fake a shiver and she laughs at me.
“Sure. Let’s just wait for the food.”
It only takes a few more minutes and then we bring it up to her room.
It looks as I thought it might, her bed sheets are vibrant and she has photos and pin ups everywhere. It smells like her too, that sweet scent of flowers and honey or something. She just smells like fresh air, I could inhale her all day.
“It’s good right?”
We ate on the foot of her bed, watching an action movie. I close up my container and grin at her.
“Yeah, I’m impressed.” I wash my food down with more water.
“I used to eat it all the time when I was in high school. It was on the way home. Maybe that’s when my love of food started.” She puts everything in the big brown bag and goes in her bathroom to wash her hands. I come in after her, doing the same. It’s cute in here too, her bath rugs are a dark purple color and plushed up.