Chapter 23

After those couple of days, with everything I’d done with Terri and Sandy and Fern and the other girls, it was difficult to go back to living a normal life. Meaning work, living with my parents, and not even having Mindy to walk around with. I texted Terri a couple times but never got a response. Almost went over one night with a plan to slip through Terri’s bedroom window, but had the brains to just whack off into the sink instead. Dropped by Joyce’s house to see if she’d returned from Florida but her mother just slammed the door on me. Life was junk.

A week passed, then almost two before my phone pinged. It was from an unknown number, and all that showed on my phone was a big question mark and an exclamation mark and the name Terri. It took me all of two seconds to figure it out. I was about to text back when someone knocked on the door.

“Parents home?”

My brain usually works slow and stupid, needing details and some help in connecting the dots of any conversation, but not this time. In an instant I remembered our deal, my demand, and how this day was almost two weeks since the time I’d told Terri that I wanted to go wild inside of her. Any other girl would have slammed the door in my face, but here she was, indirectly asking if I was up to the challenge.

“No. You sure?”

“Sure about what? Oh. You think I’m here hoping you’ll put more of your semen inside of me. Forget that. You did that two weeks ago, remember? And without asking. You’re lucky I’m not pregnant. I’d knife you before my father had you jailed.”

My cock softened but I reached out to pull Terri into a loose embrace. I’d noticed that Terri was wearing her signature tight-ass shorts but was a little disappointed at her choice of tops. Long sleeve and giving no chance of her small tits to say hello to me.

“Come on, Terri,” I said in what I hoped was a smooth and confident voice. “You’re here, looking sexy, so no way you just want to talk about my parents.

I’d pushed one hand down to cover Terri’s ass, fingers lightly skimming the lower portion of her ass cheek that stuck out from the thin cloth of her shorts. The other arm prevented her from moving away from me, allowing me time enough to bend down to give her neck a kiss. She put up a minimal struggle for all of ten seconds before she said something that really got my attention.

“Jeez. Boys really are all about sex, aren’t they? You’re just like all the guys out there, but listen first before you rape me again. I talked with Fern. She’s kind of into the idea of, you know, going out on a date. Not sex, like everything you want. Just a date. Your choice. Get me pregnant right now and suffer the consequences or go out with a girl we all know you’re interested in.”

That caused my arms to loosen, Bringing up Fern had an effect on me. I really wanted to see Fern again, but Terri really did look like she was looking for a man to tear off her too-tight clothing and fuck her into the ground.

Terri took advantage of my pause to push herself away and in her characteristic style totally changed the subject.

“Sandy never came by for seconds, did she? And you never tried looking her up, so you passed the test.”

“Fuck you,” I shot back. “Didn’t know I was being set up to fail. Why are you treating me like a dog? And what right do you have to oversee me or even Fern for that matter? What I do is none of your business. The only reason I’m even listening is because you won’t give me Fern’s number or address.”

“Hey,” Terri said, moving another foot away from me, “I’m protective about the girls you obviously want to make use of. Two weeks ago you screwed me and Sandy right there on my bed, all your cum going inside both of us. My coverlet got so wet and stained I had to pretend to spill soup on it and get it laundered. And then you shot your stuff all over Fern’s bare chest. Didn’t ask you to undress all the girls and have them suck you off. That was some sick boy shit you pulled. It was fun, but it sure made me wonder if you could be trusted to date Fern.”

This is when Terri sat down by the dinette table and said something that sank into my mind and made me think that maybe I could be a clueless jerk.

“Listen. I really don’t care what you do with Sandy. You want her number? Fine. You want to become her go-to guy and have sex with her every night? I don’t really care. You’re right. None of my business. If anything, I’m betting she’s screwing some guy right now while wishing it was you. Have sex, get her pregnant, whatever, but you’ll have to take a number because she’s a pretty busy girl. You get me? You want that? Just say the word.”

That caught my attention. Last I’d heard from Terri was that Sandy had an older boyfriend but never had sex and went to church twice every Sunday. Now she was talking like Sandy rented herself out by the hour. Fern remained at the top of my list of girls to talk about, but I had to clear this thing up about Sandy.

“Wait. I thought I’d gone too far with Sandy last time and she maybe never even kissed her boyfriend or something. Now you say she’s screwing a bunch of different boys while looking forward to a repeat of what we did. What’s up?”

“Yeah, well, I lied. Just something you can’t go telling all the other girls if you ever run into them. I don’t even want you telling Sandy I’m giving this up to you. As far as I can tell, Sandy may have more experience at sex and stuff than you. The girls kind of know, like guessing, but only because Sandy’s been seen around with different guys. You know, like older men picking her up at school and stuff. I know a lot more because we’re close, from a long time ago. Even then I know she’s not telling me everything.”

“So I’m not the bad guy here,” I said, happy to know that I wasn’t hallucinating at Sandy loving the fuck and squirting a river of cum into Terri’s bed two weeks before. “I hate always being the bad guy.”

“You are the bad guy,” Terri replied with a sharpness that surprised me. “Right now, wanting to throw me onto your bed. Can’t keep your dick covered up for a simple talk.”

Ignoring her jibe, I pushed forward, saying, “Yeah, but Sandy was ready for a fuck. Girl was ready for a second run through her legs until you showed up. Admit it. I wasn’t the bad guy then, right?”

Terri actually smiled and nodded. “Yeah. She actually saw you pull up at my house last time. Threw her clothes on a chair and waited for you to come in. I think she would have been disappointed if you hadn’t ripped her top off and pushed into her. She even said you were pretty good, like better than the guys she normally sees during the week.”

That made me feel better and I almost asked about who all those other men Sandy saw but Terri had something else on her mind.

“Let’s get back to why I came by. Kind of worries me that while you say you’re into Fern you also want lots of action with other girls. Admit it. If I’d been Sandy we’d be in your bedroom right now. And if I hadn’t mentioned Fern, no way you’d have backed off without doing something with me. You guys are all dogs.”

“This again?” I shot back, feeling real anger at being set up and shot down every other minute. “I stopped. I’m here. I’d like to see Fern. What’s with the games?”

Terri got quiet, looked out the window, and said something I wasn’t expecting.

“Yeah. Fern would like to see you. She’s talked with me and I figured coming by to talk with you would be the best first step. To be truthful, I think you’d be good for her.”

More quiet, an intense quiet, and I knew there was something else Terri had to say. She took a deep breath and finally said it.

“I really like Fern, like being real protective of her. I think about her every day. Thing is, she really does come from a real protective home, and while her dad would do anything to protect his daughter, all he’s done so far is keep her shy and innocent and naïve. Kind of selfish if you ask me. Not a real good thing for a girl in high school.”

Terri looked up into my eyes, waiting for me to nod and show I heard and understood. Then she really floored me.

“I’ve been in love with Fern since I first saw her. Been trying to get her to see me in the same way, but she’s not sure. She likes guys, but she’s kind of scared by them too. I’m no psychiatrist, but her dad’s protecting her is only making her feel more rebellious. Maybe going out with you will give her a better idea of what she wants. I hate it, but I also kind of understand her. You get me?”

Terri looked up at me, her face no longer showing her tough cynicism. My mouth had dropped open, my mind more than a little confused by everything Terri had just admitted to me. I had too many things running through my head so I just nodded and hoped Terri would continue.

“She likes me, but she’ll only go so far when we spend the night together, and I understand that. Relationships take time to build, and for her I’ll wait all through high school and longer until she’s really sure of what direction she wants to go in. I kind of hate that she wants to go out with you, but there’s no way I can stop her either. Better you than some other jerk. That’s why I’m here.”

“Wait,” I threw out, my brain melting from all the new shit being tossed out. “You’re a lesbian, like wanting to hook up with Fern. So, you really weren’t into me, like two weeks ago? I’m so sorry. I really didn’t know...”

“Oh. Doesn’t matter. Like I said, I had kind of a boyfriend before I met Fern. It was okay, but I knew there had to be more. Then Fern showed up and took my breath away. No question which way I leaned. Guys are interesting, so it’s not like I wasn’t expecting you to do what you did to me last time, but everything I’ve done with guys only shows me how Fern is so much more.”

“So,” said a very puzzled me, “You’ve been in bed with a guy before me but prefer girls, like Fern. Meaning you lied that time, saying you’d never had sex. Knew it. You enjoyed the sex way too much for a virgin.”

“Oh. Caught onto that, did you?” Terri joked, throwing her hand up in fake exasperation. “Yeah, kind of weird, but for everything I feel for Fern, I’m also interested in guys. I like girls, and in ways I know other girls like guys, but then I find myself checking out guys too. Call me curious. Don’t know how it’ll all turn out, but right now I’m just taking it as it comes. Only here with you because I really do trust you, even after that bullshit stunt you pulled on me two weeks ago. Or maybe because of that. I kind of get you and know you’ll stop when I say stop.

“Two weeks ago my life revolved around Fern and an occasional glance at a passing boy. Now she’s seriously interested in going out with you. Hurts me, but I get it. But if ever there was one person made for me, it’s my Fernanda. For her, I’ll do anything.”

I stayed quiet, my fingers hardly doing any more than giving a light touch to Terri’s outstretched hand. My mind was filled with too many competing thoughts and I didn’t know what to say, so of course Terri continued on.

“You get it? I’ve never said it all out loud before, not to anybody. To Fern, of course, when we’re close and whispering at night, but she’s just as confused as I am. I’m amazed as shit she doesn’t freak out and push me away. I think she’s got a lot of hidden stuff in her head, things she’s trying to come to terms with, and I’m hoping that in the end she sees me as her soulmate. She has this deep lost look in her eyes, like she’s hiding something or afraid of something. I don’t know, but I think there’s a future for us. Just needs time, you know?”

That short speech of Terri’s almost made me back off and tell her that she needed Fern a lot more than me. Except that I still got hard thinking of how hot it was to blow a load onto the girl’s perfect breasts. More than anything right then I wanted to suck on Fern’s nipples while pushing myself into what I was sure was the lush garden of delight that sat unused between her legs. I didn’t care that Terri had lesbian feelings for the girl. Just then I felt no qualms about convincing Fern that I was the one man capable of satisfying her every carnal need and craving.

So, instead of telling Terri I understood her feelings and supported her need to stay by Fern’s side, I remained quiet, ever the supportive friend but with an agenda of my own. To my great relief, Terri broke first, giving me my every wish. Almost.

“Hell. What do I have to worry about. You’ll just screw it up. If anything, I’m betting you’ll frighten Fern so much with your asshole demands for sex and shit that she’ll come running back to me. So, sure. I’ll text you her number. But don’t call her. I’ve set up an account her father doesn’t know about. When you get it, message her and decide on what you want to do.”

I smiled, squeezing Terri’s hand, my cock stretching down my pants leg in anticipation of having Fern in my bedroom within a month. Then came the cold water.

“But I’ll be there with her for the first few dates. Fern’s still unsure about going out behind her father’s back. He’ll think its just me and her. And you really do need to go slow here. This is a big step for her. You got it?”

I nodded, my cock softening a bit, but the future was looking a lot brighter than it had just a day before.

Terri didn’t send me Fern’s info for a couple of days, and even then I just messaged Fern without coming right out and saying I wanted to see her. Just some back and forth, being friendly, and only then telling her I needed to see her in person. Sad to say even Fern wanted Terri to tag along, but she said yes and I couldn’t have been any happier.

No. Let me rephrase that. I could have been much happier if Terri had stayed home and Fern had agreed to coming over to my house at a time when my parents would be gone for the day. That would have made me happier.

And since I need to lay everything out on the line here, let’s get back to the other two women in my life.

Even while I was messaging Fern for a date, my heart was suffering from being burned by Mindy.

Remember Mindy? My girlfriend? I’d been forced to go most of the summer without her, which kind of provided me with an excuse to cheat on her, not that she’d ever put out much more than her tits for me to feel once in a while.

Then Mindy returned, and while I felt some guilt at messing around on the side, I still considered her my girlfriend. Mindy and I had made plans to see each other one afternoon, me helping her make cookies for some elder-care project she was in the middle of. I thought we’d talk, bond, maybe even cuddle. Not much, but my sexual adventures with young girls seemed to still be full of frustration and silence. I actually looked forward to going over and hanging out with a girl my own age.

Got to Mindy’s early so that I could sit and talk and help in pulling the ingredients together. Really enjoyed it and I wound up spending the last of the afternoon next to my real girlfriend. Even as thoughts of what Fern’s pussy would feel like if I ever had the chance to pull her into my bedroom, I pretended to be the best boyfriend ever to Mindy.

I’m serious in saying I really did see Mindy as my girlfriend, as the girl I wanted a real long term relationship with. And, of course, her god punished me just the next day for being a hypocritical two-timing jerk. Mindy wanted to see me, we met for lunch, and she nicely let me know it wasn’t going to work out. Other friends, other interests, and her church activities in particular, just didn’t allow her to feel good about continuing with me.

Not so oddly, her cutting me off was short and simple.

“I know we’ve been seeing each other for a long time, but I just don’t feel right about it. Not now. After all I’ve been through this summer, I think we’re looking for very different things.”

“But why, Mindy? What’s going on?”

I was suddenly fearful that Mindy was dating someone else, but it turned out to be worse than that. She explained in almost embarrassing terms that she knew I wanted more in the way of a physical relationship. More sex. She didn’t condemn me for that, even said that sex wasn’t evil, but that her own desires and lust was. Meaning religion and God had come to live in her heart and the feelings she had for me and her body were getting in the way of that more important relationship. Or something like that.

I nodded, told Mindy I understood and hoped that we could be more like friends until she understood where I best fit into her life. She cried, told me she needed me, even tried to get me to come to her church and understand God as she had come to love and be loved by Him, but I just couldn’t. I felt bad, like ever more of an asshole than ever, but I didn’t feel in my heart that I could ever be the man, the God-fearing man, Mindy was hoping for.

Believe it or not, I felt incredibly guilty. Not for screwing around with a bunch of girls over the summer, but for being unable to meet Mindy’s wish for me to join her in the presence of God. No way I could come out and explain to Mindy that if I ever walked into a church and claimed Jesus to be my savior, I would burst into flames and go straight to hell. No way I could lie like that just to make her happy.

Mindy’s honest admission wasn’t surprising, but it still screwed with my head. I found myself rationalizing, letting my inner jerk know that all the sex with those other girls wasn’t so bad after all. In my mind, being celibate and being true to Mindy while hoping for the best would have been a waste of my time. Get it while you can until you really do have a loving girl chained to your bed.

Certainly made me feel a lot less guilty about having made that date with Fern. Took another week and even then it was just a quick trip to a specialty ice cream shop. She was nervous about her father so I arranged to pick her up at a near-by corner store. Imagine my lack of surprise when I saw Terri standing with her.

Didn’t matter. Fern and still had a nice time. Just talking, from favorite ice cream to hobbies to what high school was like for her. Walking down a street of small shops I gathered up the nerve to take Fern’s hand in mine. I could imagine what Terri was thinking as she walked behind us, but I inside I was crowing. Just holding hands, but it was more than I’d had the week before. Sure, felt just a little bit guilty for pulling Fern away from Terri’s own loving expectations, but too bad. By Christmas I was sure I’d be filling Fern’s fertile loins with a quart of my semen every Saturday afternoon.

But it was just late September. Christmas was a long ways off. I could go slow with Fern, but such patience with one girl led to me going off in a different direction with another.

Asshole? Dog? Sure, but I suffered plenty when it all rounded to bite me in the ass later on.

In response to Mindy leaving, and with Fern just a crush I had to play a long patient game with, my reptile brain kicked into high gear and I went over to see if Joyce was back from Disneyland. I’d dropped by a couple of weeks before but her mother had said Joyce had chosen to stay in Florida for another couple of weeks with relatives. She wasn’t even sure Joyce would be back in time for the beginning of school.

With the school year already in full gear, I was sure Joyce would be home and hopefully in need of some loving relatives couldn’t provide. I walked up to Joyce’s front porch with illicit thoughts filling my head and yet no real expectation that Joyce had even returned from Florida.

Banged on the door and got no answer. Waited for a minute, feeling down and not wanting to spend the hot afternoon doing housework for my mother. Just started to turn away when the door was yanked open and there she was. I swear Joyce had the look of an angel. Hair kind of tousled but with wide glowing eyes, friendly and expectant. She actually pushed open the screen door and told me to come in, accepting my hug as though she’d missed me as much as I’d missed the beauty of her face and warmth of her open legs.

It was a bit of a disappointment to find her younger brother in the house, but she was happy to talk about her long vacation in Florida and how her uncle and cousins had insisted she stay until almost the day she had to start back to school. We made a date for that weekend, just one day after my date with Fern. Another movie, some ice cream while walking through the park in the waning heat of fall, and then on to Don’s place for a wild two hour fuck. Not quite.

Sure, movie and snack, but she pushed back on my invitation to a friend’s for a drink. Fine. Went on a walk in a local park. Just the kind of thing girls like. Holding hands, saying nice things about the changing colors of the leaves, and all the while wishing I could have her in my bed for the entire night. No different from any other boy.

Thought that would be it, just a walk and kiss and go home to relieve my needs into the shower, but then my patience paid off.

We’d been walking through the park, enjoying the last of the autumn air, talking about Joyce’s relationship with her cousin. She was being coy, like about how he was older and her mother was unhappy about the relationship, but rarely giving out hard facts. You know, mother’s younger brother’s kid, into fishing, older than Joyce, real understanding, etc. For some reason Joyce remained hung up on the guy and I thought maybe that was why she was so unsure about having a serious relationship, or even just fun sex, with someone else like me.

I pulled her mind away from the cousin, talked of how pretty she was and how when she whispered low and close to my ear I could feel all my tensions melt away. Pulled Joyce into my arms for a kiss that she returned with renewed interest. A minute of kissing and my lips dropped to her neck, my fingers working at the buttons on her sweater. Thought Joyce might act like other girls and slap my head, but to my utter joy she went down to her knees and pulled out my raging boner. The girl’s mouth was such a blessing, sucking like a pro and assuring me that the quart of semen being held back by my balls would soon be flowing down to her stomach.

We somehow melted down into the soft grass under a tree, the darkness and shadows hiding our illicit actions from any late night strollers. Joyce was doing a fantastic job of sucking my dick, but some urge in me needed to taste her. I’d always loved the taste of a girl’s pussy, and even with Joyce resisting and trying to suck me to a faster completion, I was able to pull her hips over and shove my head between her legs. The girl was wearing a skirt, so it took all of two seconds to pull her panties to the side and latch my teeth onto her clit. Joyce resisted, even taking her mouth off my cock and trying to roll away, but this is where I used my size and muscle to force the issue. Not to fuck and cum in her but to insist on giving Joyce a little oral pleasure. Couldn’t be anything wrong with that.