I had mixed feelings about coming home for the summer. I was already in hot water for blowing the first semester grades with too much partying. Four A's and a B in the second semester were all that kept me alive.
Dad wanted me to work for him while I was home, Mom was all for me doing an online repeat of one of my 'C's from the first semester. I wanted to hang out and take it easy, maybe go to the beach for a couple of weeks, head up to the lake to visit my new college girlfriend (woohoo!) when she and her school friends (WOOHOO!) got the use of it.
I was mainly looking forward to seeing my old high-school gang. I was the only one going out of state, in this case to Rutgers, Dad's alma mater. Why I needed an MBA to take over the family business was a question I didn't even bother to debate.
In the end I was willing to work out a compromise. Working with Dad at his AC repair company paid well, and kept me out of hot water, but it landed me in 125 degree attics day after day. I had hated it in high-school, and hated it even more now. I'd also be spending half the summer retaking the course online. Some compromise, huh? At least I was going to be allowed to hit the beach a few weekends, and to take one week off at the lake with my college friends.
That first week back from college was deadly. I'd forgotten how ridiculously hot it was up in those attics. Words can't do it justice. And the first few weeks of summer was our busiest time. I almost wished I could take the evening shift - we provide 24 hour emergency service, seven days a week, at a price. The evening shift was cooler, and paid better, but the regular guys got the good runs. The summer temp help, even if he was the son of one of the owners, landed the crap jobs.
I'd been able to spend little time with Rory and Jan, my two closest friends. Together for as long as I can remember, all my best memories somehow or other involved those two. Jan lived directly behind us, and Rory lived across the street at the end of the block. Crossing that street to hang out with the coolest kid in first grade earned me one of the first beatings I remember, but it couldn't stop me. After about two weeks of punishment, the parents finally gave in and gave me the run of the block. We'd been inseparable ever since. And it had been the first real glimpse of a stubborn streak in me, that was both bane and boon.
The fence between my yard and Jan's had a gap in it we'd carefully tended since second grade, and I was still as happy to see my buddy appear out of the bushes as I was when we first created that opening. Jan was my best friend and confidant, the first to know all of my secret crushes, and failed attempts at becoming cooler and more popular, especially with the likes of 'it' girl Cindy Pepson and queen cheerleader Nanette Quinlan. We'd played doctor and learned about the difference between boys and girls in her bedroom, as young kids, and even more as middle-schoolers. She'd been my first kiss, and we'd even practiced for the real thing, pretending what it would be like with a real boyfriend/girlfriend someday. After middle school she'd been my adviser, and fall back 'partner' when we couldn't get dates to the prom or the Valentine's day dance. What we had now was a purely platonic relationship, although on occasion I'd thought about pushing the envelope, and she'd appeared, to my chagrin, in more than a few of my fantasies.
I knew nothing would ever come of it. She was too important to me to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the thought was. And late at night, with the lights off, when my hard cock's only companion was my hand, it was incredibly tempting.
I arrived home from the last service call a total wreck. My day started at 7:00 a.m., and ended when the final customer was serviced, often after 6:00 p.m. Yet today, I was pulling into the driveway before 2:30. I was a little surprised Dad let me take off early on a week day. Business must have been a little slow. Or maybe he understood how hard the first week of ten hour, 120 degree days, was for me. I didn't know how I was going to survive a summer of similar torture.
Walking in the house, Rory was in the kitchen talking to Mom about his school year, and his 4.0 GPA, making me look bad. The bastard. Everything came so easy for him. I was a little surprised he'd decided to stay local to attend school. I mean, sure, SMU is a great university and all, but he could have gone anywhere.
Jan, on the other was doing her first two years at the Community College. Her family didn't have a lot of money, and it seemed a good way to get her grades up and save a few bucks.
I took a quick shower to clean up and cool off, but ten minutes later I was still burning up. It was 102 degrees outside, another typical north Texas day. Mark and I headed to the backyard porch with our beers, Mom was pretty liberal about that stuff, and a sandwich which I didn't have an appetite for.
Rory was giving me a hard time about working all summer. No chance to head down to San Marcos for some tubing, or Galveston for some beach fun. Not for me. Oh no, I would be sweating my balls off in some stranger's attic 10 hours a day for fifteen bucks an hour. Everyone else made at least thirty. Being the owner's son wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
He was grilling me about my new college girlfriend, Jessica, and wanted all the intimate details.
"Got any pictures?" he asked.
I pulled out my wallet, and showed him her photo. She was pretty, and I was proud of it. We'd been together for almost eight weeks, and the night before I left, we'd finally done it. Almost 19 years old and I was no longer a virgin.
"Fuck that," he said tossing it back. "Got any good pictures? You know, showing a little, hell, a lot more?"
I reached behind the first picture, pulling out a winner. Jessica looked great, posing in a lacy black bra, skin-tight black shorts, and a fedora tilted back and showing her pretty face and long brown hair. We'd been practicing taking 'glamorous' shots, and this one was the best.
"Pictures of who?" I heard Jan's voice, only moments before she appeared through the hedge.
"His college sweetie. She puts out," Rory practically yelled.
"Shh! Cool it Rory, my Mom is in the kitchen," I reminded him.
He laughed, taking the wallet from me and looking her over. "Better. Now where's the good stuff?"
"Well it's about fucking time!" Jan laughed, stealing my beer. She was in jean shorts and a bikini top she had probably worn when she was in sixth grade. She wasn't much bigger on top now than she was then. She was cute, don't get me wrong, and looked great in shorts, but as far as tits go, she ended up on the short end of the stick. We didn't tease her about it much, she was sensitive about it. It only came up when we were fighting, which was about every other month. Sometimes I was still surprised the three of us had remained such good friends all this time. She had a temper that was absolutely volcanic, and Rory was a horrible tease, and an obnoxious flirt. Of course it was up to me to resolve all major issues, the glue that kept this trio together.
Rory, with the athlete's body, big brain, and natural good looks. Me, the lanky (I prefer that to skinny) computer geek who was always an outsider, and Jan, the real trouble maker, who'd been suspended three times in High School alone, always the rebel, never afraid to take a stand no matter how ill-considered or stupid. Her short, bright pink hair was an homage to her uniqueness. And yet, as odd a match as imaginable, there we were, BFFs.
Jan took the wallet from me and looked over my freshman conquest. "Not bad, Derek my man. Who'd have thought you had it in you? Or had it in her? You're coming up in the world." She laughed, passing me back my photos.
"I'd say coming anywhere other than a sweat sock is up for this guy," Rory teased.
"Really? And how about you? Doing any better?" I asked him.
I should have left it alone. He pulled out his iPhone, entered a password, and passed it to me. He must have had a hundred pictures in there of himself with at least five different girls in numerous poses, all naked, and more often than not attached to his nether appendage. The bastard. He'd done Ok in high-school, usually had a girlfriend, and was the first to lose his virginity as a sophomore. He rubbed that in our faces for years. But this? This was ridiculous.
Jan leaned over my shoulder while I breezed through the pics. Apparently I was going too fast for her - she grabbed the phone from me, and took control of the picture display. "God, the sluts at SMU must be desperate. I hope you've been getting regular checkups. I can see you don't have the good sense to use protection. Hell, I think I saw this skank on Real Sex the other night. And that blonde, what's she, an old folk's home escapee?"
He leaned over and looked. "Naw, that's Tina, the blonde in the other picture's Mom. Man, she was hot to trot."
"You are such a fucking liar, Ror," Jan told him.
Sure enough, a few pictures later, the older blonde was standing side by side with her daughter, smiling for the camera. The resemblance was undeniable. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you?" Jan finally admitted, shaking her head.
"You're welcome to find out anytime," Rory said. "Always time in my busy schedule for old friends."
"You wish, you sicko. I'd die before I'd let you stick that thing in me. I KNOW where it's been."
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