Chapter 2

With the constant interactions with Mom and Julie, I was becoming more horny every day. While sitting in the cafeteria by myself one day, luck dropped into the seat opposite me, in the form of Lucy Wilson. She was my age, sixteen, but already a senior, one grade ahead of me, thanks to early starts and summer acceleration. Smart didn’t even begin to cover it. She had this effortless confidence that made it hard to look away.

Not only intelligent, but she was stunning. With that bright smile, long blonde hair, nice-sized, perky tits, and legs that seemed to go on forever, she was the most popular girl in school. Everyone knew her. Everyone wanted to sit with her, so when she dropped her tray across from me, I looked around, half-expecting some kind of prank. She could have joined anyone. Jocks, seniors, or the honors crowd, but here she was, sitting with a junior.

“Expecting someone?” she asked, her tone edged with playful sarcasm.

“Just checking to see if one of your girlfriends is watching to see if she’ll have to pay on her dare. There’s no other reason you’d want to sit with someone like me,” I said.

Her smile stretched, slow and knowing. It sent a chill skating down my spine. Damn, her charm and beauty were dangerous.

“No dare,” she stated simply. “I’ve seen you sitting here by yourself before. Made me wonder why someone like you never has company. You’re cute. So I figured I’d help.” She leaned in, eyes glinting. “When other girls see me with you, they’ll want you too. It’s a thing. Being wanted makes you someone they’ll want to conquer.”

“Oh, I get it now,” my voice flat, “You took pity on the loser. Well, thanks, but no thanks.” I stood, grabbed my tray, and walked it to the busing station without looking back. As I left for my locker, I took one last glance at her sitting there, her once-bright smile fading into something quieter, almost regretful.

Three days later, she did it again.

I started to wonder if she just didn’t get it, or worse, didn’t care. Maybe subtlety wasn’t her strong suit. I didn’t say a word, just picked at the poor excuse for food on my tray, pretending not to notice her sitting down.

“I’m sorry about what I said,” she murmured.

There was no sarcasm in her voice, just something quiet and honest. And despite myself, the guilt crept in.

I looked up. She was watching me, eyes steady and unreadable, probably waiting to trap me again with that effortless beauty. It was working. My chest tightened, and my skin prickled with heat.

“No problem,” I said at last. “You just caught me on a bad day. Algebra’s been kicking my ass harder than heartbreak.”

“Algebra II?” she asked. “Quadratics and all that fun stuff?”

There was a spark in her eyes now, like she actually cared. “Yeah,” I muttered. “I’ve been kind of drowning in it.”

“I could help,” she offered, her voice lighter than before. “Would your parents be cool with me tutoring you after school?”

“It’s just my mom,” I said. “But why would you even want to? We don’t exactly have the cash for that, and she’s too proud to accept anything that even feels like charity.”

There was that smile again, that threw me off balance, as she replied, “First, why I offered is because, like I said before, you’re cute. And it won’t be free. After three lessons, you agree to take me out for a date. Somewhere that doesn’t cost anything, and that will be my payment.”

I chuckled and asked, “So, the hottest girl in school is offering to pay some lowly junior to date her?” Glancing around the room, I asked, “So, when do they come out and start giggling at me for taking the bait?”

She frowned, clearly stung. “Wow. I didn’t think you saw me as that shallow. For the record, I actually like helping people with math. It’s one of the subjects I’m genuinely good at.”

“Pleaase,” I said, drawing out the word with a faint smile. “Everyone knows you excel in every class.” Pausing for effect, I sighed and continued, “Fine, I’ll bite. Will the public library work for you?”

Her face lit up. “As long as we can snag one of the study rooms, so we don’t get kicked out for talking, it should work out. I’m busy on Fridays, so how about next Monday through Wednesday, and then our date will be a week from Saturday. We’ll meet at the library on those days.”

“Okay, I’m still a little leery about this, but if it is a trick, at least I can always brag I was with the hottest girl in school for an hour or two,” I said, giving her my best smile.

She giggled and returned my smile. For the rest of the hour, we talked about other things before heading to our afternoon classes.

Friday at lunch, I saw her at another table with one of the jocks, which wasn’t unsurprising, but I still felt slighted. I mean, we weren’t even dating, so why did I think she’d eat with me? Then it hit me why she said she was busy on Friday nights. Those were prime date nights, so I’m sure she had boys lined up weeks ahead of time. Oh well, at least I might get some help with Algebra.

The next day, I walked over to Dad’s place and mowed the lawn. Dad cooked some steaks for us on the barbecue, and I noticed Julie still bore some of the effects from the crash. While we ate, I asked, “Do you think I could borrow your bike for a weekend or two?”

Julie had her mouth open when Dad answered for her. “It’s going to be a long time before she’s riding again, plus winter’s coming. It might not happen until next spring, if even then.”

Julie nodded in approval, adding, “Yeah, I’m still sore, and I’m just hoping some of the scars disappear after a while. I might be getting a bit old and clumsy to continue that exercise, but why would you want a girl’s bike?”

“It’s for a date. A girl is helping tutor me, and after three lessons, I promised to take her on a date that doesn’t cost anything. I thought about biking to the park and walking through the flower gardens.”

Dad grimaced while Julie smiled, her eyes twinkling, reliving our tour of the park. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Dave,” she said. “I’m glad my bike will be put to good use. If you keep dating her, we’d love to meet her, maybe have her over for dinner or a barbecue.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “Not sure for how long. She’s awfully popular with the boys, plus she’s a senior, so she’s a little bit out of my league.”

“I’m always up for a barbecue,” Dad chirped in. “Don’t put yourself down, Dave. You’re a handsome young man, and any woman would be attracted to you.”

Julie blushed and turned away. Visions of her body flashed before me, and I wondered how that day might have gone if I hadn’t resisted my urges.

To my surprise, Lucy showed up at the library and helped me understand some of the things that seemed incomprehensible to me. It was a little distracting at times when she’d lean close to me, her fragrance and presence overwhelming my senses.

On Wednesday, all the study rooms were filled, so we decided to sit on a bench outside, but it was difficult to study, so we mainly talked. She still considered it part of the deal, and we made plans for our date at two on Saturday. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses, and she agreed to meet me at Mom’s house.

Thirty minutes before we were to meet, Julie showed up unexpectedly. I became a little suspicious when she and Mom sat on the couch and began talking as if they’d planned it. Noticing my curious expression, Julie said, “Frank is at another golfing event today, so I took the opportunity to catch up with Melissa today, plus we thought it’d be nice to meet your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I argued, my face flushing. “I’m paying her back for tutoring me. You could barely call it a date, and it probably won’t continue after today, especially when she’s ambushed by you two.”

They giggled, and Mom said, “Don’t worry, dear. We’ll try not to embarrass you too much.”

Before I could respond, the doorbell chimed Lucy’s arrival. My jaw dropped when I opened the door and laid eyes on her. Her short skirt showed off her long, thin legs, and her tight blouse accented her perky breasts. She didn’t need any makeup, as her face and hair were already perfect. She smiled widely, watching my gaze travel up and down her body.

“Hi Dave, aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked with a slight giggle.

Fear suddenly hit me as I realized I’d forgotten to tell her to wear something appropriate for a bike ride. “Sorry, my mind was on something else. Come in and I’ll introduce you to my moms.”

“More than one?” she asked, her grin widening.

“My real one, plus my step-mom. I didn’t plan on them being here, but I can’t really ignore them at this point,” I explained.

Mom and Julie rose when we entered the room, and after I made introductions, they sat, and Mom suggested, “Why don’t you two sit on the loveseat so we can talk a bit?”

My fears that Mom and Julie would ruin my date vanished as they hit it off with her, engaging her in conversation. After thirty minutes, Lucy turned to me and commented, “I’m so jealous of you having two wonderful Moms, while I have none.”

She then went on to tell us how her mother had given her up at birth, and she switched from one foster family to another throughout her life.

“Did either of your parents try to reach out to you?” Mom asked.

“Nope,” Lucy replied sharply. “Mom gave up all her parental rights, and the birth certificate was blank for the father’s name. I doubt if she ever knew who knocked her up.”

Mom’s expression softened, hearing the harsh tone in Lucy’s voice. Changing topics, she asked, “So, what do you two have planned for the day?” She glanced at Lucy’s skimpy skirt and smirked, knowing I’d brought Julie’s bike over for Lucy.

I blushed and stuttered, “Well, my original plans aren’t going to work, so maybe we can just take a walk or something.”

“What changed?” Lucy asked, turning to me, melting my heart with her smile.

I rose and extended my hand to help her up. I led her to the back of the house and out the door to the deck. I nodded toward the bikes and explained, “I thought we’d take a bike ride, but the idiot that I am, I forgot to tell you to wear appropriate clothes. I’m sorry I blew it.”

“That’s so sweet,” she gushed. “It would’ve been perfect, but I’d still like to take that walk with you. Mom and Julie followed us out and caught the tail-end of our conversation. Mom offered, “Julie and I were thinking about going to a movie. How about you two joining us? Our treat.”

Before I could decline their offer, Lucy chirped, “That sounds wonderful. Thanks so much, Melissa.”

Great. My first date with the hottest chick in school, and I’ll have two Moms chaperoning me. Could it be any more embarrassing?

Yes, it could. Mom sat by me in the theater, and Julie sat by Lucy, trapping us together between them. To top it off, they picked a romantic movie, which worked out well, Lucy leaning against me when the scenes turned passionate.

Mom nudged me and held my right hand, hinting I should do the same. When my left hand found Lucy’s, she guided it to her bare leg and held it with hers. Lifting her hand off mine, she wrapped her arm around me and hugged me. I was in seventh heaven and was suddenly grateful Mom had involved herself in my date.

My fingers extended and felt Lucy’s smooth, warm skin. All too soon, the credits rolled by, and the lights brightened. When we made it to the car, Mom said, “Lucy, would you like to join us for dinner tonight? There’s a nice Italian restaurant down the road, where Julie and I planned on eating.”

Once again, before I could answer, Lucy replied, “If you don’t mind, sure. I’m starved and would love to spend more time with you guys.”

“Do you need to call your foster parents to let them know?” Mom asked.

“No, they couldn’t care less if I don’t show up. In fact, they’d prefer it if I don’t. I’m only an income for them, and the less they have to spend on me, the better. They’ve already warned me that once I turn eighteen, they’re kicking me out because the state won’t pay them anymore.”

I reached across and held her hand to calm her, and she turned to me, smiling and squeezing my hand affectionately. Dinner was a huge success, thanks to Mom and Julie engaging Lucy and me in conversation. On the way home, Mom asked, “Lucy, would you like us to drop you off at your house? It’s getting a little late to walk home from our place.”

“That’d be great, Melissa,” she said, directing Mom to where she lived.

I walked her to the door, and before she could open it, she hugged me tightly and murmured, “I loved spending time with you today. Could we do it again next week? Same schedule with the tutoring?”

“Sure, I really enjoyed today too, even though I had my doubts with Mom and Julie tagging along.”

“I love both of them,” Lucy gushed. “You’re so lucky to have them to look after you.”

She pecked me on the lips, sending an electric jolt through me; the feeling of her full, soft lips on mine lingered all the way home.

The next day, I was in my room studying when, around two, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, Lucy greeted me. “Hi Dave. I should have called you first, so if you’re with someone, I can leave.” She wore sweats and tennis shoes as if she’d been out jogging.

“Who would be here besides my mom?” I asked, wondering what she meant.

“Well, I thought maybe you might have a date. I didn’t want to interrupt,” she explained.

“Fat chance of that ever happening. You’re the only date I’ve had this year,” I replied.

“Great!” she exclaimed. “I wanted to take you up on that offer for the bike ride. I dressed for it today.”

We rode to the park and walked through the gardens, holding hands, and periodically she’d stop to hug and kiss me. When we made it back home, Mom invited her to stay for dinner, and Lucy quickly accepted. When Mom found out about the problems of room availability at the library, she suggested, “Why don’t you guys come here after school to study and then stay for dinner? I’d love the extra company.”

Lucy thought it was a great idea, and the next week, she suggested we extend our time together to include the remaining two days of the week. She still avoided me during lunch breaks, but I didn’t want to appear jealous and take the chance of losing her.

Our study sessions transitioned to more frequent bouts of kissing and petting. On Friday, after we began studying, Mom said she needed to run to the store to pick up something for dinner. Before the sound of the car vanished, Lucy was all over me, sinking her tongue into my mouth, while our hands roamed over our bodies.

She unbuckled me, knelt, and shoved my pants and underwear to the floor. “She held my hard cock and licked up the sides, looking up at me adoringly. Popping my bloated head into her mouth, she sucked and ran her rough tongue around my flared lip before descending my pole.