Part XXXII - Truths So Revealing

“Daddy...?!”

From deep within the Jalone household the shocked cry sounded, and kneeling beside the pool situated in the back yard of the home next door Kevin ‘Kev’ Heterson was brought up short in his assigned chore for a moment.

What the heck? ... was that a scream? Sort of sounded like it came from Jalone’s house. Tia? ... Huh?

The sweating teen looked up, panned his gaze around, but failed to decide if it actually was the reluctant object of his extremely dark desires who had cried out. Maybe the shout hadn’t even come from Tia’s place after all. There were lots of houses within earshot, the anguished cry could have come from any one of them, right?

Especially in this neighbor hood, Kev grinned darkly, then he shrugged and pushed it all from his mind, returned to skimming old leaves from the curving expanse of blue-green fluid stretching out before him.

Naw, it probably wasn’t Tia. Pretty sure I’m the only one who can get her that annoyed, and then she’s more for shocked silences then screaming horrifically. Wish I had the ability to sneak over then and give her a surprise visit (as long as her Dad is out, heh... ), but nope! I’m busy, stuck here doing whatever Mom orders me to in order to get the place ready for Dad’s stupid welcome home party.

Lucky fucking me-

“KEV!” rang out his taskmaster’s harsh chords, making him jerk in his crouch for the second time in as many minutes.

Jeez, what does she want now? Stupid drunk bi-

“Kev! Where are you!”

“In the back yard, Mom! You told me to clean the pool, remember? Instead of going out on this awesome day and doing something constructive like going to the arcade or breaking my ankle skateboarding!”

Heather Jalone’s annoyed rasp hissed out from inside the house, “Speaking of constructive, sarcasm is not.”

“Gosh, thanks for the food for though, Mom!” he rolled his eyes and tried to scoop up another bobbing leaf.

But his mother wasn’t letting him off that easy, “Kev! Pay attention! Mrs Robbins is here!”

Kev sighed and dragged a palm across his forehead, wiping the beading sweat before it could sting his eyes some more, “So ... what? You need me to serve you two drinks? Should I put on my butler’s uniform?”

“My, but you’ve got a smart mouth today, kiddo.” his invisible matron’s sardonic tone echoed from inside the house, “Watch it, pal, or you’re gonna get a swat.”

“Look, Mom, just tell me what new job you need me to do so I can add it to the ten meter long list you jammed into my hand over Fruit Loops this morning. ‘Kay?”

Okay, he scowled and bending lower finally managed to scoop up the elusive next leaf.

“I just need you to entertain our other guests while Mrs Robbins and I plan the party catering. So quit your crying and just be friendly.”

Kev’s gaze narrowed. Entertain? Entertain who-

“Hiya, Kev.” purred a soft voice from directly behind him and he jerked for a record third time and nearly dropped the skimmer. He scrambled up onto his feet and spun around and

Guhhhh...

Omigod! Omigod! Gotta ... find ... Kev! Gotta ... tell’em!

Heavy pack bouncing against his shoulder-blades, Randy Blavin pounded down the grey concrete sidewalk as sprinklers cast a rainbow mist overtop a green lawn on his left and steam warped the air above the black asphalt on his right.

Panting heavily now, crook-mouthed Randy rounded the bend and his target house rose up before him, he vaulted a grinning lawn gnome and dashed down the narrow trench between Kev’s place and the tall hedge that separated it from his left side neighbors the Ullengill’s. A moment later he burst free of the tepid shadows and into the backyard, shot past the pool and made it to the cabana that his unfortunate friend had been banished to for the summer.

“Kev! Dude!” Randy twisted the knob and pushed in fast, a shit-eating grin painting his lips, “You aint gonna BELIEVE it! But it’s true! I fuckin ate out Kat-”

But his friend had bolted forward from the bed the moment he’d burst in and slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting off the end of his excited declaration.

“Shush!” Kev hissed, eyes flashing.

Randy blinked in confusion, pushed the hand off his mouth, “Dude, what the heck is wrong with ... you...” but he trailed off at the sight of the two purses sitting on Kev’s bedside table. His sharp ears pricked up and he could just make out muffled female voices coming from the closed shower room door, and he gaped at his friend.

“Dude ... you got babes in here?” he whispered as he unslung his backpack and set it down heavily upon the desk.

Kev grinned and nodded.

“What, like Tia?”

“Jalone?” scoffed Kev, “Forget that bitch.”

“Hard to, seeing how I recently saw her topless.” beamed Randy.

Kev shrugged, “Get in line. Who hasn’t.”

The taller boy scowled, “Jeez, is Jalone just stripping down randomly in public now? But wait, then who is in there?”

Kev puffed out his chest, “Randal my friend, prepare yourself.”

“Who! Oh shit! Who!” Randy’s eyes were dancing now, “Did your Auntie bring home a pal from the strip club I assume she headlines in, and--and they wanna do a nasty four-some?”

“You’re an idiot.” scowled Kev, “And Auntie Dale isn’t a stripper, she’s a librarian.”

“Not when I jerk off, Dude.” his friend waggled his eyebrows.

“TMI, Randy, shit.”

“Well then, who is it? Spill it, asswipe! Who!”

And Kev waggled his eyebrows, “Lacey Robbins.”

Randy glared at him and folded arms across his chest, “Dude, quit being an asshole. Lacey Robbins? Hah! I’m not going to fall for that shit, how dumb do you think I am?”

“Uh-”

The door swung back and a girl poked her head out, “Kev? Do you have any towels?”

Randy’s stomach flipflopped like he’d been pumped full of helium. He rotated around 180 degrees without seemingly touching the carpet and stared in slack-jawed amazement at Danover Junior High School’s head cheerleader.

“ ... Lacey ... Lacey Robbins...” his mouth went dry as the shingles baking on the roof of Kev’s pool house.

The tall girl finished pinning down the long braid of dirty-blonde hair wrapped around her head like a tiara and shot Randy a smile that made his nuts stand up and cheer inside his thankfully baggy basketball shorts.

“Oh, hi! Kev said you might drop by. Randy, right?”

“Uh-huh.” he nodded dully, “That ... that’s my name. At least I’m pretty sure it is.”

Kev pulled a pair of big white towels from the cupboard and handed them over to Lacey, “We always keep a supply in here. It’s just another way this place isn’t actually my bedroom.”

The pale girl giggled, “Aww, poor Kev, banished to the backyard. Thanks!” and she vanished back into the shower room with a slam of the door.

Randy held out a shaky hand, “That--That was ... Lacey Robbins. Lacey!”

“Yep, in the flesh.” nodded Kev.

“But ... h-how?!”

“Her mom is catering my Dad’s welcome home party.”

Randy licked his dry lips, “And Lacey, primary source of my masturbatory fantasies until your Auntie Dale came along, comes with the package?”

“Well, sort of. She’ll be serving food. Hey, and quit the dick-talk while the girls are here.”

“Don’t know how that’s going to be possible--wait, girls? As in more then one?”

“Uh, yeah. What, you thought Lacey brought two purses? Are you stoned or something, Randy?”

His curly-haired friend’s mind spun rapidly. Wait ... if Lacey Robbins is here and she brought a friend then that means--NO!

“Yes.” nodded Kev and the door swung open again and a tall girl with shoulder-length chestnut hair sauntered out, clad in a powder blue short-shorts and a green tube top.

“Need my hair band.” she made to knife between the two boys to get to her purse, then paused for a moment, scowled, “Ugh. What’s he doing here?”

Holy fuck! Randy gaped, I knew it! Krista Wittes!

Their school’s most outstanding scholastic achiever, and Student Body President, planted hands on her round hips and glared at Randy through her horn-rimmed glasses, “Blavin?” she nearly spat, then looked to Kev with a glare, “I thought you were just making a rude joke when you claimed this dork was going to be stopping by.”

“Oh, so you two know each other?”

“Sadly, yeah.” and Krista looked back to Randy and found him ogling her rather impressive swell of cleavage. She snorted and narrowed her eyes, “We used to be lab partners in Honors Chemistry.”

“I don’t believe it!” gaped Kev.

“Stop that.” Krista poked Randy in the chest roughly to stop him from staring at her rather large seventeen year old tits, “Why don’t you believe we could be partners, Kev?”

“Not that.” he looked to his friend in disbelief, “Randy, you were in Honors Chem?”

“Just for ten minutes.” he forced his gaze up from Krista’s rack, the poking was starting to smart. “It was an administrative error.”

“Your whole existence is an error, Blavin.” huffed Krista and she shouldered past him and scooped up her purse, strode back into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Kev stared at his friend, “Okay, what did you do?”

“Did you SEE the ass on her!”

“Randy!”

“What? Oh, Honors Chem, right. Yeah, heh, I wasn’t there long, ‘cause

Six months earlier...

“Randy, hand me the base.”

Bent low over the impressive array of beakers and test-tubes, Krista held out a hand as she stared into her bubbling creation and stirred carefully with a glass rod.

“Wha ... what...?” Randy sat on a stool on the opposite side of the high lab table, his gaze buried in the deep channel her cleavage was making. Thank fucking GOD for v-neck t-shirts! Shit, so round and plump! Ohhhh...

“Randy! Give it to me now!”

Ohhh, I so fucking want to, right in the shitter-

“RANDY!”

“What?! Oh, sorry!” and grabbing up a bottle at random he handed it over.

“You’re an idiot, Blavin.” Krista muttered and poured in the measured amount. Then she frowned and dragged her eyes to the bottle’s label, “Wait, this isn’t the base-”

PHOOOOM!

“You burned off half her HAIR!”

“Yep.” sighed Randy.

“Damn, you aint shitting me?” stared Kev.

“Nope.” the curly haired would-be lothario shook his head.

“So that is why Krista suddenly got her hair cut short halfway through the semester?”

“Uh-huh.” frowned his pal forlornly.

“It got scorched? Because of you?! But her hair--it was fuckin awesome! It went all the way down to her butt!”

“Don’t I know it...” and visions of Krista lying on his bed covered only in long wisps of her hair danced inside Randy’s cranium while the dick throbbed painfully inside his shorts.

Kev’s jaw worked, “Uh ... maybe you should go. No offense, but I don’t want to miss out on swimming with them in the pool.”

“They’re gonna SWIM?!” gasped Randy.

“Hello, bud, it’s deep summer, we’re in the middle of the heatwave to end’em all, and they were justasking for towels. How many clues do you need, Watson?”

Randy’s eyes drifted toward the changing room and his jaw sagged, “Wait--They’re in there ... changing?! Right now?”

Aw fuck!

He tore his lusty gaze from the oaken portal and fixed Kev with a pleading stare, “You gotta let me stay! Dude! You just HAVE to!”