Part VIII - Confessions So Wild

Kev Heterson lay back on the bed of his pool house, his compact laptop on his stomach, the website he’d just hastily constructed glowing from the small rectangular screen.

It was just after ten PM and the main house he’d been exiled from was down for the night. His mom had come home from work looking extra stressed and tired, and after inquiring vaguely about her recently arrived little sister Heather Heterson had headed off to bed, claiming needing all the sleep she could get for an early meeting in the morning.

Before she had staggered off to dream land, Kev had told her Auntie Dale was already dead asleep herself and it certainly was the truth, as he and his pal Randy Blavin had half-carried, half-dragged the heavily sedated blonde up to his former room themselves, and then left her snoring under the covers, still dressed in her skimpy yellow swimsuit. Randy had made several attempts to feel her up, all unsuccessful under threat of death from Kev, and it had taken another dirty magazine to get him to leave. But Kev had promised hot pictures of his aunt for Randy’s private collection, and that had finally done the trick.

Now, finally, Kev was all alone, but he didn’t aim to stay that way, nope, not at all.

In fact, he could hear his expected company turning the cabana’s door knob right now...

The door opened and the slim figure of Tia Jalone stood silhouetted in the moonlight.

“Look, Kev-” the reluctant teen started to say, but he cut her off curtly.

“Two minutes and forty-two seconds, according to my laptop’s stopwatch.” Kev remarked, “Now get in here and make sure to lock the door behind you, Jalone, as we’re going to need the utmost privacy for our mutual deflowering.”

Tia’s jaw worked, “I only came over here to tell you-”

“Want to see your vid? Got a copy of it right here on my computer. I’ve enlarged it and enhanced it’s sound and image, and it really came out nicely if I say so myself, and I do.”

“Kev, I-”

He hit a key and the recorded roar of a shower filled the room, accompanied by familiar squeals and cries. Tia looked like she’d been shot.

He grinned at the glowing screen, “This is my favorite part, the way your ass starts flexing. Mmmm, yeah! That orgasm must have been really powerful.”

Tia spun around and made to bolt.

“Go right ahead,” Kev said calmly, “and by the time you get back home I bet the first ten guys will be downloading it.”

And Tia halted, turned slowly back, and stepped inside the pool house, shut and locked the door behind her.

Kev grinned in victory, “I knew you’d see it my way, Jalone.” and he closed the internet window, shut the laptop and put it on the floor, “Now, come over here and sit beside me.”

The little brunette chewed her lip then did what he commanded, and a second later she was sitting on the edge of his bed, her lean back rigid as a board, shoulders quivering.

“Beer?” he held up an open bottle, “I swiped it from my dad’s private fridge-” she snatched it from his grip and stuck it between her lips, downed a big gulp.

Excellent...

Tia coughed at the foul taste, but a warmth was spreading through her, so she kept on drinking until it was all gone, then tossed the bottle on the floor, not even noticing that it had been missing it’s lable because it wasn’t actually real beer, just some alcohol-less fake stuff. But Kev grinned, he knew the power pure suggestion had.

If she thinks she’s drunk that’ll make her more likely to do it, and won’t knock her out like the real stuff. Thanks Hustler!

“Got any more?” asked Tia, fighting off a burp.

“Nope, that’s it.”

“Okay.” the petite soccer player sighed, “You’re scum, Heterson, you know that?”

Kev shrugged and ran a hand down her bare leg, she was wearing red cotton shorts and a pink v-neck t-shirt, “This is a business arrangement, Jalone, nothing more.”

“It’s rape. You are blackmailing me.”

He shrugged as his fingertip grazed her thigh, but she didn’t seem to notice, “You don’t have to do it, but-”

“I get it, Kev, I’m not stupid.” Tia snapped, “But you don’t seem to get it, because you are destroying me.”

He rolled his eyes and tugged absently at the cuff of her shorts, “It’s only sex, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is for me, I was saving myself for marriage.”

“Really?” he fought not to laugh, “Then you should have thought about that before you decided to masturbate on somebody else’s property. Plus, you aren’t exactly chaste if you’re fingering yourself on such a regular basis.”

“Shut-up!”

“Get down on the floor, Jalone.”

“What?! I’m not doing that on the-”

“On your knees.” and Kev pushed her roughly off the bed, she landed in the ordered position, and he swung off and stepped up before her.

“I don’t understand.” she said in a scared voice.

He made no reply, just unbuckled his belt and pulled open his jeans, pushed them down and off, his jockies with them. Suddenly Tia was face-to-face with his semi-errect penis, it hung before her cherub face like a dark serpent from hell.