Chapter 3: Chris Has an Idea

Chris hadn’t been lying when he bragged about his cooking skills. When they got to his kitchen, he opened his large refrigerator and started taking things out. Angel was used to a grilled cheese sandwich being her mom’s way of getting rid of stale bread, and ‘cheese’ meant good old Velveeta slices. Chris took out two blocks of strange-looking cheese and started cutting slices off them.

“What are those?” she asked.

“Gouda and Gruyere,” he told her, “two of my favorites. Ever tried them?”

“Tried them?” she laughed, “I’ve never even heard of them before.”

“Well then, you’re in for a treat. A good cheese is like a good car, worth the price. And, just to get all the taste of my man stuff out of your mouth, have this while I’m fixing lunch.” He reached back into his refrigerator and pulled out two dark green bottles. He opened them and gave one to Angel. “Another thing that’s worth the money. Don’t ever drink cheap beer if you can help it.” He laughed and added, “Which is a dumb thing to say to a teenager.”

Even at fourteen, Angel was quite familiar with cheap beer. It only took a few sips of the beer with the funny foreign-sounding name for her to notice the difference. She watched as Chris took a big ham out of the fridge next and sliced some pieces off. He added them to the cheese and put all of it between some kind of bread that wasn’t like the white bread her mom bought. It all went into a pan warming on the stove.

“Isn’t that cheating?” she said. “That makes it ham and cheese.”

“It’s still going to be wonderful,” he said, as he flipped the sandwiches over.

While they were eating, she started asking him personal questions she hadn’t dared to ask before. “You’re not married, are you?”

“Yeah, Angel, I am. I keep my wife locked in one of the spare bedrooms. Want to meet her?”

“You don’t have to be a wiseass,” she said.

“Okay, sweetie, no, I’m not married. I was for a while, but we split up a few years ago.”

“Did she catch you diddling teenage girls?” Angel asked, with a smirk.

“No, that’s a new hobby for me. And, just to be fair, we haven’t diddled yet.” Chris said.

“Yet? So do you want to diddle me?” she giggled.

“Hmm, maybe someday. I’d like to make love to you, sweetheart, but I hate the whole defloration thing. Too bad you haven’t found some eager boy to take care of that.”

Now Angel was afraid she had gone too far, and maybe Chris wouldn’t be willing to pay her anymore. “Is popping my cherry such a horrible idea?”

“No. It’s just the only time I did it, with my high school girlfriend, it was a mess. She cried a lot, and there was blood.”

“She cried? Did you rape her?”

“Nah, we were both ready to try it. I guess I could have taken more time to get her ready. But that’s water under the bridge.”

“Or blood on the panties,” Ang added.

Chris ignored her comment and said,” I have another idea. Are you still interested in continuing your education?”

Angel smiled. “Is that what you call it, education?”

“Well, you are learning a lot, and isn’t that the definition of education?”

“What do you have in mind?” Angel asked, dollar signs flashing before her eyes.

“First, let’s talk about the payment part. I’m worried that if I keep giving you more and more money, your parents will wonder what’s going on.”

“Don’t worry about my parents,” she told him. “They’re divorced. My dad lives in Texas now, and I hardly ever hear from him. Mom is so busy with work and her crafts that she hardly pays much attention to me.”

“Hmm, I’d almost feel sorry for you, but you seem happy enough,” Chris said. “But ... anyway, I can offer you something even better than money for your next lesson.”

Better than money? Angel seriously doubted that. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“First, the quid for the quo,” he said.

“The ... what?” Angel looked at him like a confused puppy, her head tilted slightly to one side.

“Never mind. It means you owe me something in exchange when I do something nice for you,. It’s what we’ve been doing.

“And you want to give me ... something nicer than money ... for the right to educate me more? It almost seems like you’re turning me into a hooker.”

“Oh, harsh word, little one. And remember, you’re the one who came knocking on my door.”

The whole situation was beginning to confuse Angel. Just what exactly had she gotten herself into, she wondered. She certainly had enjoyed her time with Chris, and the money was nice. But, if he didn’t want to pay her anymore, was it still worth it letting him do naughty things to her? She had to admit she was learning things she was sure most of her friends knew nothing about. So, if he didn’t pay her, would that remove some of her unease about their strange arrangement? And what exactly did he have to offer that was better than cash?”

“So, what is it that you’re sure I’m gonna like better than money?” Ang purred.

“How about a ride in Connie? And I’m not talking about just around the block. I know some nice country roads with interesting curves to explore.”

Ang had been thinking about getting a ride in that beautiful blue car, but didn’t think it was possible. “When,” she asked, barely hiding her excitement.

“Aren’t you even going to ask me what your next ... lesson will be about?” He was grinning in a way that almost made Angel afraid to ask. Would he want to deflower her despite his objections? What else was there?

“Okay, what is it? Will there be homework involved?” she said with a giggle.

“What I have in mind is to teach you a skill that might come in handy if you are serious about preserving your virginity for a while longer, and may even be a helpful way to keep a boyfriend or even a husband happy when you are having a period.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, growing impatient with his reluctance to tell her what he wanted. “Do you mean blow jobs? Is that why you wanted me to taste your cum?”

He laughed. “Any teenage boy would be more than happy to teach you that. No, I’m talking about something more challenging, more difficult to conquer, something very few girls your age know anything about. I’m talking about anal sex, my demonic angel.”

“Uh, no. Not just no, but hell no. That’s dirty, and it hurts.”

His grin grew even more evil. She could tell that he really wanted this. “Calm down, sweetpea. First, it can be dirty and painful if you don’t do it right. But this would be ... let me see ... my fifth time, so I know what I’m doing. My first time was when I was just a little older than you are, and it was a mess. But I’ve learned a lot. And you did tell me that you’ve been exploring that part of your body, so you must be at least a little curious. So, just exactly what was it that you put inside your anus when you were experimenting?”

She almost laughed at his use of the word ‘anus’, but he seemed to be serious. “First, I used a pen, then I tried one of the Sharpie markers my mom uses for her crafts, one of the big ones. I like it because it has a round end.”

“And how did that feel?”

“Weird. It scratched a little going in, so I used some of Mom’s Vaseline, which made it easier.” Shit, she thought, why am I telling him all the details? It was embarrassing, then she remembered that earlier he had been staring at her asshole, so why not confess everything. “I pushed it in and out, kinda like a boy would, but it just felt strange. I guess anal is better for guys than girls.” The more she talked, the wider Chris’s smile grew. She certainly wasn’t discouraging him from what he wanted.

“Sounds to me like you’re ready for an advanced course, and I’m just the teacher you need, Ang. Admit it, you want to try it, or you wouldn’t have been experimenting. I can’t promise it’ll be painless, but having me as your guide will be better than doing it with some horny highschool kid. And I can help you with the ‘dirty’ part too.”

Angel sat quietly for a moment, torn between wanting to try something freaky, but afraid of how much it might hurt. Then she came up with an idea. “Okay, anal is such a weird thing to try, how about something more extreme in return. Don’t just take me for a ride, let me drive Connie, just a little.”

“HA! You’re getting kind of pushy there, kiddo. Ever driven a stick shift?”

“My grandpa lets me drive his tractor sometimes when I visit him.”

“Are you comparing my car to a tractor?” Chris asked.

His smile was gone, and Ang knew she was in dangerous territory. “No, of course not. I was just saying that...”

“Calm down, Ang. I’m kidding. You know what, maybe you’re right. I’m asking for something extreme, so maybe it’s worth taking a chance on Connie’s transmission. I know where there’s a nice big parking lot that is usually empty on weekends. Maybe I can let you at least try her out. You drive a hard bargain, Ang. Bet you’re gonna be a good saleswoman when you grow up. So, do we have a deal?”

“Deal,” she smiled. “When?”

“Saturdays seem good for you, so how about next weekend? The trip will take a few hours, and I’d like to leave by nine or so. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, but maybe you should give me your phone number, in case something comes up.”

“Good idea,” Chris said. He went to his living room and returned a moment later with a business card. “Don’t let your mom see this, she might...”

“Wonder who Chris Wiggins is? I get it,” Angel said as she read his card. “So, what is a home inspector?”

“Just what it says. I look over houses people are about to buy to make sure there aren’t any problems or hidden defects that might affect the deal.”

“Oh, so it’s like you give it a physical exam?” Ang giggled.

“You could say that. Oh, one more thing before you go.”

“What?”

“Help me clean up this mess. I like a clean kitchen.”

Angel had trouble concentrating in school that week. Her feelings varied from fear of what Chris wanted to do to her to excitement about driving that fabulous car. When she closed her eyes, all she could think of was Chris’s large organ pushing its way into her. Friday night, in a test run, she tried the marker she had used before, with more Vaseline than she had used the first time. She lay on her back and raised her knees close to her shoulders. She could slide it in easier than before in that position, but it still felt weird. She was still afraid of Chris shoving his cock into that same hole, but the thought of actually driving his beautiful car overcame her fear, so she gathered her courage and pushed the Sharpie in futher than she had before. When she pulled it out, she smelled it, which wasn’t a pleasant experience, and looked at it. She tried to compare it to the size of Chris’s cock and wondered how he could get his tool inside her. She tried to put those thoughts out of her mind and finally fell asleep with visions of Chris and her speeding down a curvy road in Connie, maybe even stopping to have lunch before he let her get behind the wheel. Angel realized she was beginning to think of Chris as a boyfriend and knew how ridiculous that was.

The next morning, she rode her bike to Chris’s home. He was waiting for her with the garage door open. “Park your bike inside,” he told her. “One of my nosy neighbors has been asking me about the young girl she saw leaving my house last weekend. Maybe she thinks it’s not safe for someone your age to be alone with me. Wonder where she got that idea?” he laughed. Angel rolled her bike into the garage and leaned it against a wall. “Ready for a great ride?” he asked, opening the driver-side door and climbing in.

“Can’t wait,” she said. She slid in next to him, the bucket seat holding her in place. She wondered if this was how astronauts felt while they waited for blastoff.

When Chris started the car, it sounded like some prehistoric creature roaring at her because her window was rolled down. He gunned the engine a little before he started backing out of the garage, and the noise gave her goosebumps. She turned to look at him and saw that he was smiling at her. “Just gettin’ started, sweetie,” he said.

Chris drove out of his neighborhood using a back route she didn’t know about. The first few miles of the trip were kind of boring—just an ordinary road with lots of stoplights. She kept looking around, hoping someone she knew would see her. She was sure that being seen in that car would have made her seem cooler.

Then Chris turned off onto a two-lane road Angel had never been on. “Hang on,” he said, as he tromped down on the accelerator. The snarl of the V-8 and the pressure of the g-force pushing her back into her seat was the best thrill ride Angel had ever been on. She glanced over and saw that the speedometer showed them doing 80. That wasn’t as fast as she had expected, but when the road started curving a lot, it was fast enough to make her heart race.

She wasn’t scared because Chris handled the curves with the skill of an experienced driver who knew the road. She tried to pay attention when he changed gears, but it all happened so fast she couldn’t see everything he was doing with his feet and hands. She was already beginning to worry about how she would handle changing gears when her chance came up. It seemed trickier than crunching the gears on her grandpa’s tractor.

On the way back, he drove to an office building a few miles from where he lived. It looked mostly deserted. “You work here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I have an office on the second floor, and sometimes I come here to catch up on paperwork on weekends, so I knew we would have lots of room. Hopefully, you won’t hit anything.”

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” she told him. “I don’t want to hurt Connie.”

“Well, we’re here. Just do everything I tell you, and let’s see what happens.”

Her driving lesson didn’t last long. She didn’t hit anything, but she stalled the car a couple of times before she mastered standing starts. She crunched the gears the first time she tried to go from first to second, but it was okay the next time she tried. She barely got over twenty before Chris yelled at her to hit the brakes. All in all, it was an exciting and scary few minutes, but she wasn’t sure it was worth getting her ass reamed later.