Chapter 6: Cupid’s Gambit

As predicted Paul returned that afternoon. Peter heard him pull up and enter the house. His voice grumbled as he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom where Janet had retired for the evening.

“Someone needs a nappy,” Kat snickered beside him as he chuckled softly and continued feeding 3.5-inch floppies into his internal disk drive. When she came by after school, she informed him that they had once more overwhelmed their tiny mailbox with orders. There were over 300 requests for the game and Alan and he were heating their drives making all of the copies. Over 75% of them were requesting newer, smaller disks.

They both heard a heated discussion above them but tuned it out as they enjoyed each other’s company. “I wish they would hurry up and come out with a multi-disk burner for the three-and-a-halfers,” Peter grumbled. “This is gonna take forever.”

She shrugged, carefully placing a label on a copied disk and placing it into its protective sleeve. “We asked for three to four weeks to process orders. We can handle it.”

“We should invest in a computer for you so that you can make them too.”

“Why? I rarely stay around the house now that I have a boyfriend,” she replied reaching over to kiss his cheek. He smiled warmly at the thought. She was using her bigger bag to transport the blank disks and envelopes. Once they were copied and addressed, she stacked them back inside her bag for the trip to the post office. “Al’s having a blast copying them from his end.”

“I hope he comes by sometime soon,” Peter lamented. “I miss the three of us hanging out and talking.”

“I will drag him over here this weekend. Is your mom really going to Vegas?”

He nodded with a sigh. “Yep. They are heading out the day after tomorrow.” He had already called and spoken with Jeremiah to inform him of the ‘meeting’ and to discuss his most recent trades. The CFP had Peter’s password to the E-trade account but not the security code he used for making trades. So, he was able to watch his account and offer suggestions and guidance. When Peter suggested that they use the ARPANET to communicate back and forth, the old Southerner admitted that he hadn’t heard of it. So, they arranged for him to visit on Thursday afternoon so Peter could set him up on the network and get his ID.

“Do you think they’ll get married?” she asked in disgust, secretly thrilled to be able to spend the weekend with her boyfriend undisturbed.

“Don’t care if they do,” he replied calmly. “So long as they leave me alone, I don’t care what they do.” Earlier he went outside to the shed and tried to start the lawnmower. It had been sitting for too long and refused to even catch, so he went back inside and called around the neighborhood until he found a kid willing to swing by and cut grass for ten dollars. The boy showed up right after school and had the tall grass knocked down in less than 30 minutes. It still looked rough with all the clippings bunched up everywhere — but the price didn’t include raking and Peter gladly paid the boy for his work. While the yard was being mowed, he carried all of the garbage to the edge of the driveway and called the waste management company for a special pick-up. It was gone by the time Kathy arrived. His mom was put out with him after the ‘family meeting’ and went to her room where she stayed.

After updating his spreadsheets that morning he was delighted to find that his investments were doing quite well. In under three weeks, MSFT had risen a dollar to $16.80, AAPL two dollars to $42.50, AMD and IBM were both up fifty cents to $8.50 and $22 respectively, INTL remained at $42 and CSCO had gained three dollars a share to $26. But he was most impressed to see ORCL not only return to its pre-earnings price but rise another dollar to $23/share. His combined portfolio was worth $680,000 plus his available cash of $175,000. He had another Option trade in mind but wanted to discuss it with Jeremiah first.

“Earth to Peter!” Kathy sang beside him, startling him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he responded turning to gaze at the beauty beside him.

“Whatcha thinking about so hard there?” she smiled back at him. “I thought I saw smoke coming out of your ears.”

He leaned over to kiss her, which she received quite favorably. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a hot girlfriend and all the awesome things we are going to do together someday.”

Her eyes lit up as she peered deeply into his. “Oh? Like what?” she asked excitedly.

He turned back to the blinking drive in his computer and sighed. He backed away from the desk and turned around. “Let’s take a break,” he said as he hopped down from his chair and climbed onto the bed.

Kathy smirked knowingly at him and got up to join him. “Just what kind of break did you have in mind?” she asked with a low chuckle, snuggling up against him.

He glanced back at the door. “Is it locked?” he asked conspiringly.

She kissed his neck and jaw before finding his hungry lips. “I don’t think so,” she replied moving to sit up. “But I can remedy that.”

She hadn’t even sat up before they heard the sound of heavy steps descending the stairs. She turned to him with inquiring eyes as they stopped outside his door.

“Peter?” his mom called from the other side. She knocked once and then pushed the door open. Looking into the dimly lit room she frowned at the sight of the both of them lying on the bed.

“Yeah, mom?” Peter replied casually, keeping his arm around his girlfriend.

“Paul and I are going out for a bit. Don’t wait up for us,” she said, not voicing her opinion of him holding the older girl beside him.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he replied. “Have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late,” she added, gazing uncomfortably at the girl beside him. “It’s a school night.”

“Mmmhmm,” he replied.

After they left, Kat still got up to lock the door. Turning back, she began removing her clothes as she walked back over to him. He felt his chest flutter as he stared at her incredible body. She smiled coquettishly and positioned herself atop him again. She purred as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms and sides. She closed her eyes and arched her back, shivering under his touch. She was once again straddling his hips and rubbing the mound of her pussy against the swollen member in his pants. “Oh, God,” she breathed.

Peter crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor as he gazed up at her longingly. She lowered herself until her firm breasts and hardened nipples pressed into his bare chest, kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until he held her pinned beneath him. “Let me control this,” he whispered to her. “I’ve never done this before.”

She blinked at him curiously and then her eyes widened as he began sliding himself down her body, pausing to kiss and suck on each of her nipples. Her body jerked and twitched as he traced lazy circles across the skin of her belly with the tip of his tongue and his lips. As he descended, he planted soft kisses all across her torso and abdomen, pausing to probe her belly button and then continuing down. When his chin touched the soft curls of her pubic hair, she obligingly spread her legs apart, allowing him to settle between them and continue kissing her lower belly and inner thighs. The intoxicating scent of her sex made him light-headed.

“Oh!” she gasped as she felt his hot breath and electric touch on her skin. “Oh, God! Oh my God!” her voice was ragged. She began breathing faster beneath him. Then his tongue touched her labia and she emitted a shuddering cry, reflexively reaching down to grab handfuls of his hair. “Oh ... Shit!” she gasped when he ran his tongue along the vertical slit of her aching pussy. He continued to tease her with gentle kisses and soft slow licks of his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the smell and taste of her as he continued his oral ministration. He kissed her lips and covered her vagina completely with his mouth before sucking on her and caressing her with his entire wet tongue.

“Oh God, please! Please!” she whimpered as her legs began to tremble. “Please...”

He reached beneath her thighs and held her hips firmly before he pressed his face tighter against her and pushed his tongue between her lips. She arched her back and cried out with pleasure, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting her engorged pussy against his mouth. Her soft fuzz tickled his nose as he explored her depths with his tongue. Contrary to what he had heard from the locker room banter, her clitoris was not hard to locate. It protruded like a hard nodule from the fleshy hood that guarded it. He relished the feel of it as he flicked it with his tongue, causing her to convulse her hips every time he touched it. She was close to hyperventilating as she cried and squealed at the incredible sensations that shattered her pleasure centers.

When he sucked her button into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue and nibbling teeth, she went berserk, screaming, clawing his scalp and squeezing his face tightly between her thighs. He didn’t know what to expect as he drove her into an epic orgasm. It was the furthest from his mind as he tried to take her entire pussy into his mouth. Thus, he was shocked when he felt her squirt against him as her entire body thrashed and trembled on the bed. Her cries were harsh and frantic as she tried to pull him away from her crotch.

“Baby! Please! Stop!” She panted. “I can’t ... oh GAWD!”

He lifted his face and watched in amazement as her vaginal muscles spasmed. Fluid oozed from inside her and coated her inner thighs. Her belly shook violently and she moaned as she wrung her fingers in his hair. He became aware of his rock-hard cock pressing tightly against the constraints of his pants and shuffled to move his body so that he could attend to it.

“Babe that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or done,” he marveled as she recovered and breathed deeply.

“Done?” she replied breathlessly. “You should have felt it! Are you naked yet?”

“Almost,” he said as he kicked off his pants and underwear. He crawled back up her body until their faces aligned and then lowered his hips until his rigid pole pressed against her swollen lips.

They sighed in unison and pressed against each other tighter. Then she reached between them and grabbed his shaft, guided his head into her, pushing her pelvis up to take him even deeper. He shoved himself inside her vagina until he felt her cervical wall resist him. She reached her hands through his arms and gripped his shoulder blades as he began thrusting himself in and out of her vigorously. Her spread legs lifted and she hooked her feet around his calves. He lowered his face until his breath grazed her ear and she kissed his neck and shoulder lovingly while he fucked her feverishly.

It was only a few minutes before he became frantic and started slamming himself into her. “Oh God!” he gasped. “I’m about to cum! I’ve gotta pull out!”

Her hands dropped down to grab his ass cheeks and hold him tightly inside her. “No! Cum in me! I want to feel you shoot your load into me!”

With a grunt, he redoubled his efforts and cried out as he gave in to her wish and exploded inside her. He jerked his hips several times before he was spent and then remained locked rigidly atop her as his engorged cock twitched for many seconds before relaxing and slowly shrinking.

“Oh God! You feel so good in me baby!” she whispered as she continued kissing his neck, jaw, cheeks, and mouth. “I love you so fucking much!”

“I love you too,” he gasped and let his sweated-covered face sink to the bed. “Oh my God! That was fantastic!”

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled back letting her feet slide back down. The weight of his sweat-covered body atop her made her feel complete and secure. She felt him slip out of her and she sighed contentedly.

He slowly lifted himself and rolled to his slide, leaving his hand on her chest where he massaged and rubbed each of her damp breasts. “So, it’s okay that I’m cumming inside you?” he asked quietly, amazed at the perfect shape of her breasts.

She had her eyes closed and smiled deeply as she nodded. “I’m on birth control,” she replied. “I haven’t had a real period since I was 15.”

“But it’s not 100%, right?” he pressed.

She turned her body over to face him, with her head propped up on her hand. “Is anything?” she smiled at his rapt attention to her tits as they spoke. “Like I said, it’s hard to get preggos when you don’t ovulate. But no, nothing is ever certain.”

She became quiet and reached across to touch his face, sweeping his long bangs out of his eyes. “What if I did get pregnant?” she asked cautiously. “Would you want me to get an abortion?”

He glanced up at her face with a troubled expression. “Oh fuck! No way!” he exclaimed. “I don’t have any say in the matter anyway, but babe,” he raised his head until he matched her pose, “I want to have children with you, one day. It’s just that I’d rather wait until I was at least 18 and...”

“Able to get married?” she finished.

He shrugged. “If you want to marry someday, we can do that. I don’t want to sound like I’m down on the whole exchanging of vows thing — but look at my mom and dad. What good did it do them?”

“At least they had you,” she replied, touching his face. “For that, I shall remain eternally grateful.”

He grinned. “Me too.” He thought for a moment and then took her hand. “I don’t need a wedding to express my devotion to you. I could share vows right here and now and mean it from the bottom of my heart. I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Married or not.”

“My ancestors didn’t wed or hold any ceremony to claim their love for one another. They simply fell in love and became mates for life. Even today divorce is very rare for us.”

He chuckled. “That’s because the men know better than to piss off the squaw and risk getting their balls cut off.”

She snorted a laugh. “Watch it, bucko.” She shoved him over and planted her lips over his. After a moment she moaned into his mouth and broke apart. “Can we take a bath? I’m all sweaty and sticky.”

Contrary to his misgivings about the Trans AM, it was able to carry his wheelchair — barely. Wednesday morning Peter and his mother arrived at the Key Bank where they sat in the lobby to await help from one of the Account managers. The woman who came out was known to both of them from church. Peggy Meyers stepped out of her office wearing a bright smile that faltered briefly when she recognized the woman and her handicapped son. To her credit, she recovered quickly and approached them with a façade of friendliness and exuberance.

“Janet!” she greeted warmly as the other woman stood to take her hand. Janet’s expression was neutral which was more than Peter could’ve expected. The banker looked down at him and her façade once more wavered. “Peter! It is so wonderful to see you again. You are looking ... well.”

“Good morning, Peggy,” Janet replied. “I hope all is well with you.

“Yes. Yes. Thank you,” the rotund woman replied. “How can I help you today?”

“I want to add Peter to my checking account so that he can access money when he needs it,” his mom replied evenly.

The other woman blinked several times and then glanced at the boy curiously. “Er ... um. Of course. Why don’t we go into my office and get you all set up,” she answered, turning towards the cubicle. “Please follow me.

Peter noted all of the stares and uneasy feelings as he wheeled himself through the lobby and into the office. Janet took the initiative to drag one of the heavy chairs aside so that her son could be closer to the desk.

“I must say this is an unusual request,” Peggy admitted as she sat down. Janet presented her with the account passbook. “Usually, we open new accounts for young people and add their parents as signatories.”

“We will be doing that as well,” Peter interjected. Peggy turned to look at him in surprise after he spoke up.

‘Did you think I was a deaf-mute?’ he thought as he nodded back to her with a smile.

“Yes ... of course,” she faltered before she turned to her computer and began typing. There was an awkward silence for several minutes before the manager could restrain herself no longer. “We haven’t seen you in Church lately Janet.”

He could see his mom visibly cringe and felt sorry for her.

“Priorities tend to shift when your son gets cut in half by a drunk driver,” he stated benignly, coming to her rescue. “You’ll have to forgive Mom for prioritizing her family over God.”

A slap in the face would’ve had less effect on the woman as her cheeks brightened with chagrin at his blasphemy.

Janet looked frozen in shock by his words but made no effort to correct him.

“We have prayed for you,” the woman behind the desk muttered defensively.

“Much appreciated,” he replied. “But it turns out that thoughts and prayers only go so far in some circumstances.”

The remainder of the office visit was completed in awkward silence. The new checks were ordered and Peter got the briefest of glimpses at their remaining balance. He was pleased to see that there was still over $80,000 remaining of the settlement. He had to make a minimum deposit of $5 to open his account and his mom cosigned for it absently.

Afterward, they went out for lunch and he asked her to splurge on a new cordless phone so he wouldn’t have to wheel himself out to the living room every time a call came in. On the way home she drove by the high school where she took his completed work into the office and returned with his curriculum for the following week.