Chapter 6: Back Home

I left the motel with a lot of mixed feelings and emotions, and I guess being fifteen years old probably had a lot to do with what was going through my head. I had been with a married man, something that I wanted to experience, but I didn’t get fucked. Sleeping with a married man and experiencing his cock deep inside me was what I really wanted. On the other hand, I had just been paid handsomely for providing sexual pleasure to a married man that wasn’t able to get it from his wife. That part of the encounter was something that I liked.

That got me thinking about his wife, why wouldn’t she give him the sexual things that he needed and craved, why did he have to come to me for those things? How often in this world does this happen? How many married women are withholding sexual pleasure from their husbands? How many husbands are out there using prostitutes or having affairs because their wives aren’t giving in to their sexual needs? The biggest question of all is, why are these women losing their desire to be sexual with their husbands?

I stopped on the way home beside the river and sat for a while thinking of the things rattling around in my head. I know I was only fifteen at the time, but the answers to those questions were a mystery to me, I thought it would be normal to want sex as much as I could get it for the rest of my life.

Then I thought back to how Mr. Skye reacted to the news that I was only fifteen, I know that I have heard the term “jailbait” used for young teens like me. But surely, he knew that I would never tell anyone what we had done, or the deal we had made. I wondered how old he thought I was, I need to find that out.

My mind went to tomorrow and what was going to happen when I hooked up with Bob at his parents’ house, what did he expect from me, how could I make him happy and be satisfied myself. I still remember feeling Bob’s cock fucking me, he was gentle, and I could tell how inexperienced he was. But he was a nice guy, I liked him, but then again, why me, why can’t he ask his girlfriend to teach him about sex. Why do these guys make fun of me and talk behind my back, they talk about me fucking other kids at school, yet now they want to pay me for sex, I just don’t get it. They tease me for having bigger tits than anyone else at school, but they want to see them, they want to play with them, that’s okay for them, fucking guys, I guess I will never understand how they think.

They even tease me about my clothes and how I have hand me downs, but just wait until tomorrow, wait until Bob sees my nice new bra, and just wait until I go shopping with all of the money I am making, I am going to have nice clothes and nice bras. I stared into the river, just thinking of me wearing nicer clothes, I am going to do whatever I have to do to make that happen. Mom is so right, men want something that we have, and a lot of them will do whatever they have to do to get it. Show me the money, and I will show you a good time.

After sitting, and thinking for almost half an hour, I got up and started walking back home. I knew Roger was going to be waiting for me and wanting me when I got there. I loved my brother, and I wanted him to be happy, but this just wasn’t something I felt like doing tonight. However, when I looked at it from his point of view, I knew how badly he wanted to get his first piece of tail, and I knew that he wanted it from me, that part made me happy.

I got home and opened the door and walked into the living room, Roger was sitting on our recliner wearing only his white jockey underwear. I wasn’t really surprised, Roger did that often, and having seen mom and I in our underwear or even completely naked, it made sense that he would also develop that as a habit. He did look kind of sexy sitting there and I told him so: “Well Roger, don’t you look rather delicious sitting there in your underwear, I suppose I should know what is going through your mind right now, shouldn’t I.”