Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“Your grandfather wants to talk to you,” Xander’s mom said later that week.
She’d shown her father the revised plans and room designs the AI created. When Xander asked what his grandpa thought, she gave him some cryptic message about how Grandpa Davidson had to think about it.
Honestly, he’d never expected his grandpa to go for it since Xander was only thirteen. Besides, anything with an AI was somewhat suspect in most people’s minds; they had no idea how the world would soon change because of that technology.
The best comparison Xander came up with was life before smartphones. Now, people could hardly function without them. Xander had grown up with them, so he didn’t know what it was like not to have a phone. AIs would have an even more profound effect on everyone’s future lives.
In his opinion, people relied far too much on their phones. The best move they’d made at school was banning devices during class. Xander found it funny to watch everyone reach for their phone when the bell rang. Who knew what earth-shattering event might have happened in the hour they’d spent offline?
“When?”
“I’ll pick you up after school today, and we’ll go to his office.”
“Anything I need to prepare for?” Xander asked.
“Nope. He just instructed me to have you there.”
“That’s not weird at all.”
They heard a honk from the driveway.
“I have to go,” Xander said, stuffing a corner of toast into his mouth and grabbing his coat and backpack.
He ran out and found Donnie’s mom’s van in the drive. It was her turn to take everyone to their morning lifting session before school. Donnie had wormed his way into the arrangement when Kevin accidentally mentioned their morning workouts. Xander decided not to make a fuss, so Donnie became part of the morning group.
On the other hand, it made Xander’s mom happy to have one more mom in the carpool rotation.
Xander found it amusing that Donnie sat in the back row, leaving shotgun to Xander.
“Morning,” Xander said as he got in.
As he put his seatbelt on, Kevin jumped on his ass.
“I hear you’re not coming to Pam’s on Saturday night.”
Pam had sprung it on him the day before, but he’d made plans to play poker with his grandpa that night. She wanted to invite everyone over to watch something on streaming video. Her mom said Pam couldn’t invite Xander alone; it had to be a group thing. He couldn’t blame Pam’s mom, but she didn’t have anything to worry about.
Pam wasn’t happy when Xander told her he already had plans, but he had visions of cleaning out his grandpa’s friends again. Word had spread that Xander had promised to play with all his winnings from the previous month’s game. His grandpa said the buy-in had been raised to a minimum of $500, an astronomical amount for a friendly home game. His grandpa’s friends still thought Xander was a fish who’d just gotten lucky the previous time.
“I told her I could do it Friday night or Saturday afternoon,” Xander said.
“What are you talking about?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
“My girlfriend wants to watch Netflix and chill. Her mom said we had to do a group thing.”
She missed the naughty reference, which made the guys chuckle.
“What are you doing Saturday night?” Mike asked.
“Playing poker.”
“And you didn’t invite us?” Donnie asked.
“The minimum buy-in is five hundred dollars,” Xander said. “Please watch the road.”
Mrs. Wilson had turned to stare at him. She jerked her head around before they drove off the side of the mountain.
“What do your parents think of you playing poker for that much money?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
He pulled his phone out and sent his mom a message to be ready for a call from Mrs. Wilson. And that she should ask his grandpa about the poker game he was going to on Saturday. He got one back with one word: Poker?
Xander chose to ignore it; he would let his grandpa explain. Grandpa Davidson insisted he sit at Xander’s table this time, but the lady hosting the game had said they would draw cards for seats. That had gotten everyone off her back about wanting to play ‘the kid.’
“I never asked them.”
“You have $500 to blow?” Donnie asked.
“Of course not. I’m not going to blow it; I plan to win,” Xander said.
“What can’t you do?” KJ asked.
“I’ve yet to figure out women. What do you say, Mrs. Wilson, care to clue us in to the mysteries of the fairer sex?” Xander asked.
She just smirked and shook her head. Thankfully, they arrived at the gym.
“Thanks,” Xander said as he bailed out of the van to go lift.
Xander’s mom picked him up after school. She’d already collected Izzy, so he got into the back of the van.
The van conversion had turned out great. The back bench folded out into a bed based on the design he’d given his dad. It had a locking drawer underneath that could be used to transport guns for when they went hunting. His dad had installed a high-end cooler in the back that would hold ice for ten days. He’d also installed blinds for the windows so they’d have privacy while sleeping. They would retract when driving so as not to obstruct the view.
Xander’s dad, being who he was, wanted to make it something special. He’d also installed solar-powered lights so they wouldn’t run down the van’s battery. The wall panels had all been swapped out with wood paneling he’d coated in a clear-coat gloss, making it shine. He’d also replaced the carpet to match the bed pads Xander’s mom had made.
Xander couldn’t wait until he turned sixteen, and it would be his.
They dropped Izzy off at home and then drove to the job-site trailer where his grandpa kept his office. They walked in to see Grandpa Davidson looking at the plans Xander had given his mom. With him was Mr. Klien, the architect, a sharp-featured German man who slightly resembled a bulldog because of his jowls.
“This is my grandson, Xander, who messed with your perfection,” Grandpa Davidson said.
Mr. Klien chuckled. “Max Klien. Please call me Max,” he said as he reached out and shook Xander’s hand.
“We’ve been going over your plans, and Max is eager to pick your brain before we build anything else,” Grandpa Davidson said.
They waved Xander over. He glanced at the drawings they were reviewing and saw marks all over them indicating the differences.
“Janet told me you ran it through an AI architect,” Max said.
“That’s right. The company offers a free trial, which I took advantage of. The full-blown version is supposed to allow you to optimize for location. An example it gave was that if you lived on a coast, it would optimize the design to survive a hurricane.
“I asked it to optimize living space. That’s why it eliminated many of the hallways,” Xander said.
“My son has been pushing for us to look into using AI software to assist us,” Max said. “But, like I told your grandfather, this is how we’ve done it for the last thirty years, and no one ever complained ... until now.”
“Like I said, I only used the free version,” Xander said. “The way I understand it is you can ask the customer what they want and what type of lifestyle they have. Based on that information, it can better design a house for them. For example, we have a giant dining room that we never use. Maybe the buyers are professionals and would prefer two in-home offices instead.
“Knowing that up front would make it easier to put in the proper wiring and office-related features. Better yet, it can redesign the layout to put the offices in spots that make sense instead of simply swapping out the dining room space.”
Xander showed Max the website he’d used and pointed out several other AI software options that could assist or replace their current stuff.
Max, armed with the information, departed to face his son.
Once he left, Xander’s mom and grandpa wanted to discuss the room colors. They’d met with the buyers of the two homes yet to be painted, and the people weren’t thrilled with the choices offered.
“I just uploaded pictures of the rooms and selected options like historical colors,” Xander explained. “For example, Dad wanted our home to have a Victorian feel. That period of architecture was between 1830 and 1920. So if you picked that, it would give you color combinations that matched the era.
“I picked Victorian and then chose a color palette they called ‘Timeless,’ which consisted of colors that could be expected to survive any temporary trend. They have a lot of designs to pick from,” Xander said.
“I think I made a mistake in giving them options because we’ll be ready to start painting those homes next week, and the customers are now excited about changing colors. Next time, I’ll lock them in at the beginning,” Grandpa Davidson said.
That made sense. Xander should’ve guessed it would open Pandora’s box. Fortunately, it didn’t sound like his customers wanted to change anything already in place, like countertops or tile.
“Sorry, I hadn’t thought of that,” Xander said.
“It’s not your fault,” his grandfather assured him.
Xander showed him what he’d done, and his mom watched intently. He had no doubt she’d be the one doing this sort of stuff in the future.
Once they finished, his mom turned to his grandfather.
“What’s this I hear about you allowing your grandson to gamble five hundred dollars?”
His grandfather glanced over at Xander, who gave a micro-shrug to let him know Xander would let him handle this.
“Actually, a bit more than thirteen hundred. Xander promised to bring his winnings to this month’s game,” Grandpa Davidson said.
“You won thirteen hundred dollars?” his mom asked, aghast.
“Xander took them down, and now they all want a piece of him. My money’s on him winning a lot of theirs.”
Xander had played a lot of poker in his past life and knew that skill didn’t always guarantee a win. It only took one unlucky break to lose it all. He’d made it his goal not to be put in that situation. He could always fold if he wasn’t sure, though he’d lose a little.
But Xander had an evil plan brewing. He was counting his money before winning it—which meant the poker gods would punish him—but he’d played enough to know it would pay off.
“It’s a lot of money, but I guess he needs to learn his lesson now,” his mom said.
His grandfather chuckled.
“Xander’s confident he’s going to win, and after last month, that’s understandable. If I remember correctly, he’s still a thirteen-year-old, despite all of his supposed maturity. Thirteen-year-olds think they’re always right. I’ll do you a favor and teach him that lesson.”
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