Chapter 7

Monday when I got home from school all I wanted to do was call Mary. I just had to wait until after dinner to do it. Those few hours seemed to drag on for days and days. When Sara had finally put away the last of the clean dishes and I had washed the counters, I got my chance.

The phone rang once before someone picked up the phone at Mary’s.

“Hello!” Mary answered.

“Mary!”

“Hey Sam!” Mary giggled. “I have been waiting by the phone for almost an hour.”

“I would have called sooner but I had to help clean up after dinner.”

“I know, I was just excited. So, how was your Homecoming?”

I told Mary everything. Every single detail I could remember I told her. What the dresses looked like, where we went to eat. The dancing, how I had no idea what I was doing until Laura taught me how to dance. The after party. Liz. All of it. I even told her that I gave Laura a friendly kiss goodnight when she dropped me off.

When it was Mary’s turn to tell me about her night my mom yelled that my time was up for the night and to say goodbye. Unless I wanted to pay the phone bill, which I didn’t.

Mary promised to tell me all about her night next time she called on Friday.

We said our goodbyes and I hung up feeling like a million dollars. I was a little worried Mary was going to be upset about me kissing Laura, but she wasn’t. All in all, the phone call was great, and I felt so much better just hearing Mary’s voice.

The next week was boring. My coffee dates with Mom weren’t boring, not at all, but we kept our hands to ourselves as we watched each other masturbate. I would never get tired of watching Mom come, and from the way her eyes homed in on my cock as I stroked myself to release, she wasn’t getting tired of it either.

The noises she made as she fingered and toyed with her pussy and nipples were always so mesmerizing. The way her body would tremble as she approached her peak. Her tits would shake, and her nipples would grow so hard that I couldn’t believe they didn’t hurt. I just wanted to suck on them in those moments and cup her breasts in my hands as my fingers dug into the soft, pliable flesh, but I didn’t.

Sara was spending less and less time around me and more around her boyfriend. It sucked, but when I asked her about it, she told me it was just like how I spent the summer with Mary at my side, or in my lap, or even bent over in front of me all the time. Sara couldn’t do that with Scott. I understood it when she explained to me that way.

Laura talked to me in the halls between classes at school, and twice gave me a ride home when Sara was out doing whatever she did with Scott. I liked being around Laura. A lot. She was easy to talk to and the way we would just start laughing at nothing until our cheeks and stomachs hurt was fun. She always asked about Mary, interested in everything I said about my girlfriend. She did ask me if it was hard to date somebody over the phone. I told her it wasn’t easy, especially with how expensive long-distance calls could be.

I explained to her how Mary had stood me up the week before Homecoming. I told her the reason and Laura understood immediately and nodded, agreeing the reasoning was a good one and understandable.

Laura was turning out to be my best friend. It was strange. A high school senior, a girl, my sister’s friend, who was hot, was my best friend but it felt good.

After I cleaned up the dishes from dinner on Friday, I went up to my room to mess around on the computer. Sara was once again out on a date with Scott while Mom and Dad were going to watch a movie, some romantic drama movie she liked, and I had seen several times before. I had no interest in watching it again.

“Sam, phone!” I heard Mom yell from downstairs.

“Coming!” I yelled back.

I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, it was almost eight o’clock. Mary! I raced down the stairs two at a time and skidded to a halt in front of Mom who was holding out the phone for me smirking. I blushed and took it without a word.

“Mary?” I asked into the phone a little breathless.

“Sorry, I’m not your sex crazed girlfriend,” Grandpa’s voice came through the phone.

“Grandpa!” he started laughing at my obvious surprise.

“I take it you’re expecting someone else to be calling?”

“Yeah, sorry. Mary’s supposed to call me soon.”

“I’ll make this short then. I’ve been talking to your dad, and we’ve decided that you can buy my old truck.”

“What! Really?”

“Yes really. Talk to your dad this weekend and he will give you the details.”

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome,” Grandpa chuckled. “Now, get off the phone so your girlfriend can call you.”

“Okay, bye!”

I hung up before I heard his response. No sooner had I hung the phone up on the wall, than it started ringing again.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Sam!” Mary’s sweet voice came through the phone.

“Mary!” She started giggling and I smiled at hearing her voice.

Instead of Mary telling me about the dance, she dove right into wanting to plan for her and Amy to visit us for Halloween again. I was all for that! The idea of Mary spending the weekend with me sounded incredible. She told me what her idea was for what she was going to wear, and I was hard as a rock just thinking about Mary’s costume when we went trick-or-treating.

We finally came to the agreement that she would show up that Thursday evening. Halloween was on a Friday this year and she would stay until Sunday when Amy would drive them back home.

I was so excited about it I hadn’t even thought to tell her about Grandpa agreeing that I could buy the Ranger before we had to get off the phone. We were keeping our phone calls to the agreed upon thirty minutes. I told Mary I would call her Monday. We said our goodbyes and hung up.

First thing Saturday morning I met Mom on the couch for our date.

“So, Grandpa told you...” Mom asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah!” I whispered excitedly. “He’s going to sell me his old pickup.”

“What else did he say?”

“That I needed to talk to Dad this weekend about it.”

“Good. Now you just need to start saving your money for it.”

“I know. I need to see if I can mow some more lawns after school and on weekends.”

“Probably a good idea. Having a car of your own is a big responsibility.”

I nodded, taking a sip of my own coffee now that it wouldn’t scald my mouth.

“Did you and Mary figure out what the plan was for Halloween this year?” Mom had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she asked.

“Mmm,” I grinned, nodding dramatically.

“Did she tell you what she was going to dress up as this year?” I shifted position and Mom’s eyes flicked down and watched as my cock came to life before her eyes. “I take it you like the idea of her costume.”

My hand wrapped around my cock and gave it a nice, slow stroke.

“Mmm, I love watching that every time.” Mom’s voice sounded thick with need and desire.

I didn’t last long. Between watching Mom and thinking about Mary’s costume, I was coming before I could stop it.

“You should go get cleaned up. I’ll get started on breakfast and then you can talk to your dad about your new truck.”

“Good idea,” I answered, getting up and walking on slightly wobbly legs towards the stairs.

I was taking a shower when I heard someone come into the bathroom.

“Hello?” I called out, my eyes closed and soap suds running down my face.

“You almost done?” Sara asked. “I need to take a shower before my friends come to pick me up.”

“Yeah, you can come in if you want.” I answered, holding my head under the shower head in an attempt to rinse out the shampoo.

“No, it’s okay, I’ll wait.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah ... it’s fine.”

“Okay then.” I mentally shrugged and finished my shower.

She was gone when I opened the shower door and grabbed the towel off the rod to dry off. I went to my room to get dressed so I could mow some lawns before lunch, leaving the wet towel hanging over the back of the chair at my computer desk.

I hurried out into the garage and pushed the lawnmower out to the driveway. I topped it off with gas and made sure I had some bags for the grass clippings before heading to the neighbors across the street.

I managed to get two yards done before what felt like lunch time. When I got home, Mom had just finished making sandwiches for lunch. Sara was gone so it was just Mom, Dad, and me.

“Can we eat out back?” I asked from the doorway.

Mom gave me a once over, her eyes going wide at how I looked and nodded.

“That’s probably a good idea considering,” Mom said. “We’ll meet you out back in a second.”

When I got around the house, Dad was already sitting on one of the patio chairs with a glass of iced tea in his hand.

“Did you get any of the grass in the bag or is it just all over you?” Dad asked, chuckling and I groaned as I rolled my eyes at him. “Sit down, your mom made some lemonade. She should be out in a second.”

Just as he finished saying that Mom stepped out onto the patio balancing three plates in her hands, one for each of us.

“Let’s eat!” Mom announced as she set a plate in front of each of us.

Ham sandwiches, with cheese, lettuce, tomato, and some potato chips.

I was starving and took a huge bite of the sandwich and shoving three chips in my mouth before I even started chewing. Mom and Dad just watched me, Mom slack jawed and Dad not looking all that impressed but not chastising me for my manners, thankfully.

“Hungry?” Dad asked, and I nodded, my mouth was too full to answer. “We need to talk about that old pickup truck, Sam. Your grandpa agreed to sell you his old Ford Ranger.”

I swallowed my mouthful as fast as I could and nearly choked while doing so. It took a few gulps of the lemonade before I was able to speak.

“It’s going to be so cool!” I finally managed to reply. “I will have my own car! Well ... truck. You know what I mean.”

“You understand that you will need to get insurance and pay that every month. If you can’t pay for it, you can’t drive it. If something were to happen—”

“I know, I know. I need insurance in case I get in an accident or something.”

“And you’ll need to keep up with the oil changes, tires, brakes, everything the truck needs.”

“Yup!” I answered, smiling brightly. “I was hoping you could teach me how to do that.”

“Sure, that’s not a problem. It would be cheaper if you do it yourself anyways.”

“Now you know it’s not a new truck, so it’s going to have some ... quirks to it. Things that aren’t going to work that you’ll need to stay on top of.”

“I know.”

“Good,” Dad replied seriously. “How much money have you saved up from mowing lawns?”

“Two-hundred dollars,” I answered quickly, and he raised an eyebrow at me in question. “Actually, only one-hundred and seventy.”

“Good, that means you only need eight-hundred and thirty dollars to go.”

I started doing the math in my head. That was one thousand dollars. Which meant I needed to mow one hundred more yards to have enough to buy the thing. Not including insurance, gas ... that was a lot of money!

“For the insurance, you can probably get away with liability only. It’s not a new truck so you don’t need full coverage, but it would be better if you had it, just in case.”

“How much is that?” I asked.

“Full coverage? Probably around one hundred dollars a month if I add you to our policy.”

“A month?” I asked, incredulously.

“Liability would only be around fifty dollars though.”

“What’s the difference? Besides, how much it costs.”

“Honey, full coverage takes care of everything if something were to happen to the truck,” Mom explained. “All you have to pay is the deductible and then they take care of the rest. “If you get liability insurance, if you get into an accident, it will take care of the other car you hit, but it won’t take care of the truck if something happens to it.”

“Then I want full coverage!” That was the easiest question to answer ever. “What is the deductible? I mean, how much is it?”

“Our policy is two-hundred and fifty dollars.”

“Two-hundred and fifty—”

“Yes, I know that sounds like a lot, but listen to me,” Mom hurried to explain further. “Let’s say you get in an accident and it’s your fault. You would be responsible for getting your truck fixed and the other car you hit too. Not to mention if the other driver and their passengers got hurt, or if you got hurt. There would be medical bills that would need to get paid, not just cars fixed.”

“Holy shit!”

“Sam! Language.” Dad barked.

“Sorry, it’s just ... a lot!”

“It is. So that two-hundred and fifty dollars doesn’t sound so bad in the grand scheme of things, does it?” I shook my head. If I had to pay for two cars it would be way more than the deductible. “Full coverage would pay for all of that, and it would only cost you the deductible. Does that make sense?”

I nodded.

“Good. If you had just liability, you won’t have to pay for their car, just your truck if something happened.”

“But what if I don’t have enough to fix the truck?” I asked.

“Then it doesn’t get fixed. Pretty simple,” Dad answered.

After lunch, my mind was swimming. Actually, it was drowning in information. I didn’t have the faintest clue insurance alone cost so much. My mind immediately went to the idea that if I never got in an accident, then I wouldn’t have to pay a deductible. If I never got in an accident, I didn’t need full coverage either because I would never need to pay to fix anything. That would save me almost one-hundred dollars a month. A. Month!

That was ten yards I wouldn’t have to mow. That was a lot of grass, a lot of bags full of grass clippings and a lot of time I could be doing something else. Like hanging out with Lau—err Mary. Why had my mind instantly gone to hanging out with Laura? Mary was my girlfriend. Laura was my friend. There was nothing wrong with that. It’s not like I was having sex with Laura. I had more sex with Mary than I could handle, not to mention Sara and my mom. Not that I was having sex with Mom, but...

Then I asked myself the question, did I like Laura?

Laura was hot and I would have loved to see her naked, but she was just my friend. Even though she still had a crush on me or had had a crush on me, that didn’t mean she wanted to be my girlfriend. Besides, it would be weird to have one of my sister’s friends as my girlfriend. That wouldn’t work, not at all. The idea of having to hang out with Liz regularly was enough to make me shudder.

I needed to go mow some lawns, right now. I needed another eight-hundred and seventy dollars before I could even buy the Ranger. Let alone anything else. Actually, I would need nine-hundred and eighty dollars if I wanted to buy the pickup and pay my first month’s insurance.

I mowed another three lawns before I called it quits for the day. I would have mowed a fourth, the last one I mowed regularly but I was running out of daylight and gas for the mower. It took me almost an hour to get the mower cleaned and put away. Luckily, I didn’t have to do anything with the bags of grass clippings from each house besides leaving them on the curb to get picked up on trash day.

The good thing was I had made fifty dollars today. Now I had two-hundred, and twenty dollars saved. Almost a quarter of the way to what I needed to buy the pickup. The problem was, I could only mow the grass so many times a week or every two weeks. I needed more lawns, plain and simple. A lot more lawns.