Chapter 55

“Is this too much, Joe? Tell me, and I’ll shut up.”

“No, I’ll never tell you to shut up. Susan told me some of this way back, but she never told me about her mother. It must be so hard for her, for all of you.”

“There’s something wrong with my family. Some kind of evil spirit or something. I hate the way things turned out now that I see how things could have been. I wish we would have met before I went crazy and did all those things with all those people. I can’t really understand why you even want to be with me.” Jasmine lost her fight against the tears.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known. You’re funny, smart and kick ass at volleyball. Can’t you see that?” I wrapped my arm around her back. “You’re great.”

“Thank you, but no, I can’t. Will you kiss me?”

I pressed my lips to Jasmine’s cheek and brushed her hair away so I could kiss her ear. “I love you. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Our lips joined and our tongues quickly found their rhythm. My hand slipped under her hair and squeezed her neck, pulling her mouth tighter against mine. Jasmine’s fingers worked through my hair as our kissing grew deeply passionate, but not with lust, it felt like love.

When the bell rang, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but our lips were still finding new ways to please each other. I had never made out with a girl that long without wanting more, but I was satisfied to kiss her until my lips stopped working.

I stepped on my sandwich as I pulled Jasmine to her feet. “Oh well. Hey, please stay close. I want to be there for you, but you got to keep talking to me, and help me to help Susan. You know, I um, I love her, too.” My face surely must have told how twisted my insides were about Susan.

“I know, and so do I. We’ll have to keep our relationship quiet for now.” Jasmine smiled like she was admitting she knew I had loved her for a while, and she felt the same way.

“Try and do something to make Susan feel special after school. You know what I mean?”

I nodded as we reluctantly parted ways. I was pretty sure I knew what Jasmine meant, but not at all sure I could do it.

Later, when the school bus stopped by my house, I realized I hadn’t learned anything the whole day. Instead, I had thought about Jasmine and imagined our future together. All the unbelievable circumstances surrounding Susan and her family had been put on hold while I was dreaming. Then, my feet hit the dirt and it was like reentry into the world where I had two girlfriends, too much homework, too many upcoming finals, and a very important birthday present to buy.

Once I was in the house, I grabbed the phone. “Hi, Mrs. Davis, I um, how are you?” I was caught off guard by Susan not answering the phone. I also had no idea how to speak to a woman who had just thrown her husband out for doing it with his daughter.

“Joe, oh, hi, I’m good.” There was a long pause. “I guess you want one of the girls?”

Mrs. Davis’s voice seemed unfamiliar, and I was suddenly more comfortable. She wasn’t just my neighbor or girlfriend’s mother; we had been lovers. Her world must be more upside down and inside out than mine, but what could I possibly say or do even if I could admit I know something? “Yes, um, I wanna see, I mean talk to Susan, please.”

“Okay, I’ll get her. Bye.” Mrs. Davis yelled for Susan while I swallowed hard, wondering how difficult it would be for her to face life without a husband and with a baby coming?

I waited for Susan on the front porch after speaking to her briefly. She seemed to have been expecting my call and told me she’d be right over. I couldn’t believe her mother suddenly wasn’t trying to keep us apart. What had changed?

The bounce was back in Susan’s step as she approached. “So, your parents are seriously not going to be home until later, every day until Christmas?” Susan’s mischievous expression had also returned.

What she alluded to was far from my mind. “Yes, come on.” I swung the door open. “Enter my castle.”

Susan jumped on my back and wrapped her arms and legs around me as we entered the foyer. “Take me to your bed and make me one of your concubines, my lord.”

The apparent lack of concern for what was happening in her life upset me, but Jasmine had told me to do something to make Susan feel special, so I bit my tongue and played along. “What are they teaching you in school?”

When I got to my bed, Susan didn’t get off my back, so I laid back on her. A hot spot formed on my back where her crotch was. Her arms squeezing me tight reminded me that she was a part of me. I struggled loose and flipped over. My chin rested between her breasts as I looked up. Her face was alive from the struggle, but her eyes were blank. “I’m going to make you my princess instead.” I lifted up and yanked her down so our lips met.

I searched for the feelings I had that afternoon with Jasmine or previously with Susan, but all I felt was passion grown out of my lust. My dick got hard, and my heart rate increased, but something was missing. Is this my heart trying to tell me something, again?