Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 13
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 13 - This is the second book in the Wrinkle in Time Trilogy. It is a stand-alone book with an all-new cast that embraces getting a second chance, a do-over. Fortunately, this time, Xander had a cheat: life experience. I’d become the old man who no longer gave a fuck about others’ opinions. The problem was that by the time I learned this, I died … or so I thought. I found myself thrown back in time to do it all over again. Could I get it right this time?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Humor School DoOver Sharing Gang Bang Group Sex First Facial Oral Sex Slow Violence
On Sunday morning, Xander’s grandfather showed up and asked Xander to go to breakfast with him. Xander’s mom said she and Izzy were going to Fayetteville to do some shopping. Xander’s grandfather took him to Wyatt’s Diner; Xander assumed that was because seniors got a ten percent discount.
They did have a sign that promised a country breakfast, though their claim to fame was pizza.
“What’s good?” Xander asked after their server had given them menus and taken their drink orders.
“Try the chicken-fried steak or the biscuits and gravy.”
Xander was hungry, so he got the chicken-fried steak and a half order of biscuits and gravy.
“So, tell me what happened on your camping trip with your dad,” Grandpa Davidson said.
Xander had wondered why he was having breakfast with his grandfather, and now he knew. His mom didn’t want him to feel like he was in the middle of his parents’ drama. But apparently, she wanted to find out why his dad had dumped him off early.
“I was his show pony. He had a new lady friend, but that went pear-shaped, and she told him to take her home. When he had no further use for me, I got to come home.”
“I see.”
Xander had zero desire to talk about his dad, so he steered the conversation to something he wanted to discuss with his grandfather, something he needed his help with.
“I want to make some quick money,” Xander said.
“One of my workers shared with me how you can get rich.”
Xander moaned because that meant his grandfather was about to tell a joke. Typically, it would be an off-color one.
“Okay, I’ll bite,” Xander said to get it over with.
“There are only a few ways to get rich. The first is to inherit your wealth. I hate to say it, but that’s not happening for you.”
“Is Grandma still playing the scratch-offs?”
“She is, but you must realize that if she hits it big, she plans to spend it all before she dies.”
She probably would. His grandpa continued.
“Another way is through hard work, but most people aren’t smart enough to use their money to build something for down the road. I wish I’d started when I was your age instead of living paycheck to paycheck. If I had, I might’ve retired by now, and instead of having breakfast with you, I could be sipping a mojito on some tropical beach.”
“It didn’t help that you had four kids,” Xander said.
His grandfather shrugged, then continued.
“The third option is you steal it. But I never had the temperament for that,” Grandpa Davidson said.
Xander wondered how his grandpa would view his land idea after that comment. Was it stealing if Xander used foreknowledge? He reasoned that if someone took his money for a piece of land, they must have thought it was a fair deal. If the land’s value increased later, it was just his good luck.
He realized there was a chance his foreknowledge was faulty or that things might be different this time through. That meant it wasn’t a sure bet, but he could live with that logic.
“There is a fourth way,” his grandfather said with a smile.
Xander knew this was the joke, so he nodded for his grandfather to continue.
“You buy a bunch of lube, and earn it on your back.”
“I think I’ll skip that one,” Xander said.
“So, what’s your big plan?” Grandpa Davidson asked.
“You know John Tyler? He’s one of the guys I’ve been lifting with.”
“Can’t say that I do.”
“Anyway, his dad’s a planner for the city of Fayetteville, and they’re about to release their ten-year development plan. I’ve heard they’ll propose widening a busy road through a residential area to four lanes. The plan will rezone large tracts to either be commercial or medical to service that part of the city,” Xander said.
“Okay, so tell me what you’re thinking.”
“What if, with your help, I bought some land and, once their plan is introduced, we sell the land to a developer? We could double or triple our investment by this fall,” Xander said.
“What’s your exit strategy if you’re wrong?”
He’d learned this approach from his grandfather the previous time through. He always said you should work out the worst-case scenario and have a plan to handle it. With that in mind, Xander had prepared.
“Then I put it back on the market and try not to get too hurt on a poor investment.”
His grandfather got quiet momentarily as he considered everything Xander had said.
“Are you willing to risk all your savings on this?”
His grandfather was testing his resolve.
“I realize the ten-year plan isn’t out yet, but I’m willing to take the risk. If I lose, lesson learned. But if I’m right, I’ll then have seed money to do something bigger,” Xander said.
His grandfather understood that concept. He’d started by doing handyman work until he was able to build a small home. From there, his business grew to the point where he now builds about ten homes a year. For a small contractor, that wasn’t bad.
His grandfather nodded at his answer because he wanted to be sure Xander recognized what he was gambling.
“What if I agreed to build a house on the land you buy? I would buy it from you, and you would earn a modest profit. It makes sense to build a spec home that can be used as a sales office for some time since it’s on a busy street,” Grandpa Davidson said.
“I can’t hold the title because I’m too young. So, if it were already in your name, we wouldn’t have to pay to transfer it. With that in mind, your proposal would take the risk out of the deal,” Xander said.
“Let me ask my realtor if he can find us something. I might want to buy a few lots of my own if he can get them all together. If your information pans out, a developer would be more interested in a larger parcel than just one lot,” Grandpa Davidson suggested.
It would also allow his grandfather to build multiple homes together, like he was doing around the lake. That way, his crew could easily move from one property to another.
On Monday morning, John showed up with Mike and Steve.
“You missed a lot of fun swimming with Kelly,” John said as he walked into the garage.
Xander already knew all about it because Pam had sent him pictures of her and Kelly in their new bikinis. She’d also told him John had hit on her. If the old man inside Xander hadn’t been there, he might have punched John. But Xander was reminded that Pam was out of his league and would be dating someone else in a few months anyway. That didn’t mean John shouldn’t get smacked out of principle, though.
What slowed Xander down was that his performance in his last fight with Donnie had been less than impressive. Before Xander started running his mouth, he should probably learn to fight. He made a mental note to add that to his to-do list.
“I was busy working for my grandpa and couldn’t make it,” Xander said.
Neither John nor Steve grasped the concept of working as a teen because their parents gave them anything they wanted.
“Pam and I got close, if you know what I mean,” John prodded.
“That’s nice. Pam and I aren’t dating, so she’s free to do whatever she wants,” Xander said. “Besides, she’s so far out of my league it’s crazy.”
“She doesn’t seem to think so,” John said.
“Yeah, that’s the part that makes no sense. Pam could spend time with anyone, and she chooses to hang out with me. She could simply look at any guy, and he’d drop everything and come running,” Xander said.
“She wants some of this,” Steve said, grasping his crotch.
“Dude, you have no idea of Xander’s game. He’s been laid more than all the guys in our class combined,” John said.
’Fuck me,’ Xander thought as both John and Steve stared at him.
“Spill,” Steve said.
John bit his bottom lip and scrunched his nose when he realized what he’d just done.
“There’s nothing to spill; John’s talking out of his ass,” Xander said. “I mean, if I were getting laid, wouldn’t I be sharing that like John does?”
John did a double-take because Xander had just called him out on his stories. But he recovered by saying, “Xander might have some rizz, but I’d put big money on him being a virgin. Unlike me, which is why Pam came sniffing around. She’s looking for a man with experience to help show her the way.”
Xander had finally had enough. He grabbed his phone and called Pam.
“What’s up?” Pam asked when she answered.
“Question: I’m lifting with John right now. He just said that you’ve been ... what was it? ... oh, yeah ... sniffing around because of his skills between the sheets with the ladies.”
Xander put her on speaker so everyone could hear Pam laughing.
“By the way, you’re on speaker,” Xander warned her before Pam said something she’d regret.
“Don’t get me wrong, John’s a great guy ... as a friend. But no one wants to date a guy who brags about everything he does behind closed doors. I don’t need to be labeled a slut.”
John’s face turned bright red, and he walked out of the garage. Xander wondered if he really had no idea what girls thought of his ‘exploits.’ The key was that if he ever wanted to get laid, it was the ladies he needed to convince ... unless ... Xander decided not to go there.
“Thanks, Pam. I’ll talk to you later,” Xander said and hung up.
The three of them started their lifting routines. After twenty minutes, John hadn’t returned, so Xander stuck his head out the garage door to see where he was.
“It looks like John walked home,” Xander said.
“Give him a week or so, and he’ll be back,” Steve said.
Xander wasn’t sure he cared, but he didn’t want to piss John off any more than he had. But John had started it, and now he knew not to mess with Xander.
The week flew by. John had shown up on Friday to lift as Steve had predicted. Thankfully, there was no drama.
This was the day Xander’s mom and he would finish painting the last house. His skills with the spray gun had improved to the point where there was minimal need for cutting in. They’d also put in some overtime to get the job done early.
He stood back and took in the kitchen they’d just finished painting. It looked damn good.
“What does Grandpa think of the new paint colors?” Xander asked.
His mom chuckled.
“He got smart and offered them contractor white, or they could pay extra for ‘designer’ colors. What do you guess he thinks?”
Xander shrugged because he knew that, unlike his dad, his grandfather used the same quality of paint, no matter if it was ‘contractor white’ or not. He might charge more because switching colors was a pain, especially for small rooms. That meant they had to buy gallon buckets instead of the larger five-gallon ones, and that cost more and took longer to apply.
“All I know is it looks great.”
“I agree, and the clients love it, so your grandfather’s happy,” his mom said. “And I made him even happier.”
“How’s that?” Xander asked.
“I took your lead with the AI stuff and found some construction planning software. The setup was a pain, but once I fed it floor plans and all the house specs, it created a list of all the required construction materials we would need. I asked Dad to give me a timeline showing when each trade would be in to do what. The software then created a list of items that needed to be delivered to the job site and when.
“It even went so far as to show me who I should order from based on their stock and prices. Having everything show up on the job site just in time saves us a lot of time and money,” his mom said.
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