by Naomi Penn
“I’m here, I can help now.” I try to ease the scene, but she throws a dagger with her glare. She points her finger at me, her eyes filled with disappointment. Deep inside me resents for the happy hours I spent last night, but I think twice. I deserve to enjoy the difficult term that has passed. In fact, this is what the term break is designed for, right?
“You can’t always act like a spoiled kid, Patrick. You’re all grown up now, and you need to know that if you want something, you must work hard to earn for it.” She lays the bag on the floor, her hands placed back on her waist. “I’m very disappointed in you, son.”
Lying about getting hurt must be an ostensible fraud. Usually, her scolds are nothing to me, but this one stings. I storm upstairs, eager to cover myself before I show any signs of pain or anger. I can’t face her right now. She’s the last person I want to see.
I just hope I stayed the entire break at the dorm. The stress of the college is nothing compared to this. I collapse on the bed, staring at the ceiling of my room. I can feel the familiar and nostalgic memories of me living my days here in this house. We used to be fine—bonded and loving towards each and every one at home—until dad and mom had their marriage divorced. My older sister Laurie used to live with us, but after she landed a job in California, she left the house. A strain of awkwardness capped the old, warm memories we shared. Our family torn into pieces caused so much change among us, especially mom. I can’t blame her. Working to pay the bills and everything else for the two of us may be a tough struggle.
A knock on the door disturbs my daydream. “Patrick?”
Her voice fills the silence in my room. I sit up to listen to what additional humiliation she has to say. “I’ll be going now. The service will start in an hour. Keep the doors closed.”
A pang of guilt digs in my guts. I know I’ve fucked up again. I stand up and watch my mother drive off our lot on the window, limp from all the remorse consuming me.
I guess I’m really a spoiled brat with a shameless reputation.
Chapter 2: The First Meeting
One of the common things to do when you come back home after long months of staying out of town is catching up with old friends. Max and the gang are setting up for a boys’ night out at Steven’s, and when they scheme up a social event, you simply can’t say no. Or else, you’ll miss out a lot.
“Bro, you got to come at Steve’s. He’s got something to share with us.” I can hear him stress over the word something. I laugh at his words, amazed that they have not changed a bit over the years.
“I know what you’re talking about. Is this some new subscription on some porn sites or what?” I lay on my bed as I watch the action film playing on mute in the television. I press the power off button on the remote, seat up and walk towards the kitchen.
“Are you nuts? That’s some loser shit.” Max says proudly, claiming that whatever Steve’s going to show is some work of art. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying my best to pre-empt the material before Max can spell it out for me.
“Is this good news, or bad news?”
“You’ll love this one, Pat.” I can sense him smiling on the other line, knowing that he’s got me hooked up with his bait. I think twice, but it does not seem to help me even a bit. The answer is pretty much predicted.
“I’m coming.” I listen to him laugh for a few seconds, his mirth undeniable.
“Seven at Steve’s.” He repeats and I nod without him seeing me. I end the call, delighted to know something exciting will finally come my way. It’s been a day or two since I came back, but it feels like years. I have been jailed in my room with nowhere to go. My options are pretty limited, especially now that classes are over and my funds quickly running out.
I stand up and walk downstairs, eager to find where my mom is. As I walk towards the kitchen, I saw something pinned on the ref with the fruit magnets given to her by a friend as souvenirs. I stare at the legible strokes to read her message.
Been out to the grocer at 9. Will be back by lunch.
Great. She’ll be around before I come out. It’s still quarter past ten and I’m growing bored. I take my phone and walk out of the house for a short walk.
The clouds in the sky are a little thick and dark, but they are not heavy enough for the rain to pour. It’s an ironic season during this time of the year. I stroll around our street, enjoying the sight of familiar houses and faces greeting me as I go on. I wave at Mr. Malcolm as he takes out the trash. The old man gives me a brief nod and then comes inside his home again.
The Gordon twins are playing in front of their lawn, with matching pigtails and dresses. The two have grown into two adorable seven-year-olds. They run towards my direction, pulling my hand to join their playtime.
“We missed you, Pat!” Kali cheerfully smiles at me, flashing her adorable set of teeth with eyes closed. Kacy, her twin, tugs my hand to capture my attention. The two drags me to their sand pit, showing me their half-finished sand castle in progress.
“Help us finish our princesses’ castle.” The two-seat on their sand pit. I settle on one edge, holding one of the pails filled with sand.
“Sure thing. We’ll make the best one yet.” The two kids grin happily as they clap their hands. They fill the empty pails with sand, while I morph the unstructured sand towers into the crowns. The sisters are mesmerized by the way I make their simple work kick up a notch. As we altogether place a flag on each of the three tallest towers, Kali and Kacy give me an approving smile.
“This is the best one yet! Thank you, Patrick!” With their small arms, the two give me a tight, bear hug. I tap their heads before standing, fulfilled to know that I can make others happy. When I am to walk out of their lot, the two girls run to the kitchen and come back with a big, chocolate chip cookie at Kali’s hand. She reaches out the sweet treat.
“Here’s a small reward for helping us out. Play with us again, Patrick!” They wave their tiny hands as I walk away, taking their thoughtful present with me. I take a bit as I walk forward, continuing my walk around the street.
It is then that I notice the new house standing beside the Kali and Kacy’s warm, lovely abode. The unfamiliar house looks expensive on the outside, with the towering glass façade and high-end architecture. The modern paintwork and rich paneling set the structure above the rest, making it an odd man out amongst the neighboring houses around it. It’s stunning how this huge, opulent home has been built around our curb beside humble and simple homes.
I stop before the lot to appreciate the beautiful work of the architecture who made this perfect home come into life. Something inside of me sparks the curiosity to see the inside of the home. Its amazing charm amuses me, luring me in to see more of its beauty. I walk forward, scanning the area for possible people to greet or chat along.
To my dismay, no one seems to be around the house. I have reached the front door and yet, no one has called my attention yet. There’s a doorbell on the side, but I have no plans of pressing on it. I don’t know what to say in case somebody catches me reach this far. I just wanted to see the precious work, that’s all.
“Patrick.”
A beautiful and serene voice awakens my inner core. I feel the heat of my entire body climb on my ears, my heart stuck in my throat. I spin around to see who’s caught me in this awkward situation. My eyes almost bulge out of my eyes as I see the woman standing before me.
A blonde with an attractive face and sexy body stands before me in a red, form-fitting dress that extends inches above her knees. Her cleavage is luscious snippets of the big, milky tits behind the scarlet fabric. Those long, toned legs are flawless and inviting, making it hard for me not to look.
I stand before a living goddess, my body frozen and my tongue unable to enunciate a single word.
“I’m looking forward to meeting you. I’ve heard nice things about you, boy.”
Chapter 3: The Revelation
“I’m home.”
My mother’s gleeful voice fills the living roo
m. She’s pretty much in the mood, and it’s the opportunity I’ve been looking forward all day long. I stand up from the couch and run towards her to take the bags in her hand.
She smiles at my kind offer. Finally, some good points to diminish my bad reputation. “You seem to be in a good mood, mom.”
She shrugs her shoulders as we walk together to the kitchen. I unpack the bags and arrange the items she purchased to the shelves and in the fridge. She leans on the counter, watching me as I commence with my initiative. “I aced another catering schedule this Sunday. Isn’t that nice?”
I nod my head. It’s a good sign, and I think I can go out at Steve’s today. I try to keep her mood on the green light, assuring that she’s in a great mood before I ask her the question. “Great. By the way, I met the new neighbor living beside Kali and Kacy’s.”
“Oh, the tall, blonde bachelorette?” Mom raises her brows at me, surprised to know that I came out of the house. I nod at her. She seems to gather her thoughts, thinking of the right words to say under caution. “She’s friendly. She brought some cupcakes last week, and I got to chat with her about some stuff around the town.”
I recall the alluring lady I just met earlier. The thought of her baking cupcakes does not register much in my head. For all I know, she looks like a rich supermodel that does nothing other than living the good life with all the bucks she earns helplessly. Her being friendly quite of rhymes with what my perspective says. She greeted me warmly hours ago before I returned home.
“Yeah. She must be filthy rich.” I murmur under my breath, but my mother must have heard what I have said.
“Pretty much, yes. She says she has a pool in her backyard, landscaped with trees and green made by professional gardeners from the East.” My mom walks towards the fridge to fetch some orange juice to drink. She reaches a glass she filled without me noticing it. I gulp the cold beverage down before it warms up.
“Really? Nice. At least the neighborhood can throw themselves into the pool nearby every time they want to chill and relax.” I speak those words without malice, but my mother glares at me with disgust. I try to process the words I say, but nothing in my ears ring offensive or disrespectful so far.
“That’s insane, Patrick. You can’t just simply come in and out of her house whenever you want to swim, or rather if you need something from Giselle. You must still be wary of her sense of privacy and time. You don’t want someone butting in if you want to do something, right?” Her words hand on the wind, waiting for a response. I feel my temper running low, so I keep my mouth shut instead of arguing with her.
“I’m just happy that there’s someone like her around the neighborhood, that’s all,” I whisper, making sure she does not hear my sentiments. I feel my phone vibrating on my pants, a signal for me to ask permission to mom. I feel the nerves kicking in. She’s not the biggest fan of Max nor Steve. This might turn out a little difficult for me to pull off. And there’s another thing I need to ask from her. Now that my wallet has turned empty, I need to request cash from her.
“So, why are you all dressed tonight? Where are you going?” She speaks her thoughts before I can ever confess my intentions.
“Max and the gang are inviting me for a night out at Steve’s place.” I gather all my courage to speak up the truth as lying would not be a viable solution at this point.
“Is that so? Okay.” Her blank expression is new to me. I can’t believe my luck yet. Before celebrating, I man up and push all the buttons with another question.
“Mom, can I ask for a few cash? I’ve run out of dollars from the university during my last weeks, and I could really use some—“ She raises her hand to stop what I have to say, cutting me off with an icy look on my eyes.
“That’s something you need to find out a solution with, Patrick. If I can’t teach you a lesson, you need to learn it the hard way.” She walks towards the fridge, bringing back the orange juice where it was in the first place. I feel my knees weakening. I know the rest of my vacation would be dull and boring without coming out of the house. I’m strapped in one hell of a choice. I need to find ways to earn.
I clear my throat, trying my best to appear tough and unhurt by what she has slapped on my face. “Do you have any ideas how I can earn?”
She nods slowly, looking out of the window. “Hmm, why don’t you ask the neighbors if they need a hand? Like babysitting Kali and Kacy, lending a hand to Mr. Gordon, or offering help to clean out the garden for Giselle?”
The last option seems to be the most viable decision. Kali and Kacy are with their mom, so there’s a remote chance for me to babysit the two cute twins. Mr. Gordon is an organized man, and I can’t really tell if there’s something needing repairs around his house.
That leaves me with Giselle. I like the idea of meeting her again, though. Those nice, gorgeous curves will keep me entertained as I work around.
“I guess that can’t help. I’ll try my luck tomorrow morning.”
My mom nods at me, pleased to hear that I’m finally leaving the express train of being a full pledged couch potato. “Good to hear.”
*****
I lay back in my bed, watching yet another one of the action series I used to love back in the years. Who would have thought that your once all-time favorite can become a pile of useless tapes over the years? I memorized every line, every character name, every scene, and even the slightest and smallest mistakes the actors did in this film. This is growing too much in me, and I have to turn it off.
Now that my room is filled with silence, I can’t help but feel the pang of desperation in my chest. Men, my age should be out with friends, hanging out with girls, having fun with parties and a lot more. Instead, I’m trapped in this asylum because I’ve got no cash and balls to earn a little more on the side. I don’t see the logic in here. I’ve worked hard all term to finish up with decent grades and yet, I’m tormented and cursed to become a limp noodle here with empty pockets.
I check my phone to see if there are any new messages from Max or anyone from the gang. None. Perhaps the men are having so much fun now that the party has just started. Their fun-filled get together activities include forgetting about one of their pals, and that unfortunate soul tends to be me.
I scroll to search for Carina’s name in the inbox. The last conversation we had was weeks ago with me sending an emoji of a silly face, and she replied with a heart. I tried two more messages from then on, but nothing but a blue check is all I got from her.
Yeah, one night of fun and sex can be a pretty obvious indicator that she’s just drunk and on the mood. Not necessarily thrilled about the idea of having me for the second time, Carina seems to eradicate me from her world as she goes on by simply forgetting about the wild night we shared in the same bed.
With all these frustrations building up inside of me, I feel the urge to ease the tension out of my body. I snatch my phone again to browse for porn sites. I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing.
A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a porn star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.
I unzip my pants and strip out of them. My hard cock jumps out of my boxers, it’s thick and huge size throbbing in excitement. I hold it tight with one hand as I watch the erotic beauty play with herself. I can feel the blood rushing through my pelvis, thrilled by the sensation indulged by my body.
As the woman fucks her tight, pink pussy with a dildo, I move in sync with her moans and gasps. Her body grinds on the toy as she pounds it deep inside of her. I can’t help but wish that’s my cock, and that this sexy goddess bounces on it like a pro.
I can see the woman’s legs shaking, her sit unsteady. She throws her back and cries of exasperation escape her mouth. I close my
eyes in unison, unable to contain the gush of climatic release coming out of my system. Splashes of thick, white cum scatter all over my bed sheets, soaking up the blue cotton sheets mom has replaced before I arrived home.
Before the cum fully dries, I wipe the fluids with tissue. I clean myself up and collapse on the bed. The burden on my chest somewhat lifts off. I take my phone to look one more time on the blonde beauty I just jerked my cock off.
I’m really a sucker for blondes, but I can’t help but resemble the face of the woman. Jade eyes that stare as if she’s melting you. Those kissable lips that look irresistible when they enwrap a huge cock on their mouth. The irresistible charm that you can barely surpass.
Fuck, this girl’s familiar. With over a hundred of thousands of views, I know who the star behind this porn clip is.
Chapter 4: The Confrontation
Coming around Giselle’s house feels awkward after I’ve watched her fully naked as she fucked a huge dildo like a pro. I can’t still erase the picture of her grinding her pussy on that toy as she moans, the lewd sounds she made making my cock twitch in arousal.
I’m unsure of whether to push this through, but I have no other choice. I need cash badly, and I have to work hard just to have them on my hands.
Still, I can’t take the idea of her masturbating and cumming out of my head.
I take a deep breath and press the doorbell near her front door. I try to recollect my thoughts, repeating the mantra about forgetting what I just saw and pretending everything’s going to be normal even though it’s not. I bite my tongue in terror, trying my best to keep my mouth shut in case I say something smart and slip the details first hand before her.
A few moments later, I hear the door opens from the inside. Giselle stands before me, wearing a loose shirt with a low neckline, offering a peek on her luscious cleavage. Those nipples are piercing through the light, thin fabric of her shirt, demanding to be noticed. The shirt extends inches below her panties, and I cannot see any pants nor shorts beneath the hem of the top.
