Chapter 1

UNCLE’S NOTE: This is the semi-true story as told to me by my nephew. It is about a girl he met in High School and his odd adventures with her that are still ongoing. I’ve done my best to clean up the “emoji speak” and add context that anyone from my generation can understand but I encourage you to Google everything else. This is part of the prologue that establishes Justin’s Story. If you are more interested in jumping right into the action skip to Chapter Nine and there is a summary there of 1-8 and the main characters.

Justin’s Story

“Do you have a big dick? Why not? You obviously aren’t rich and you are too straight edge to get high. So unless you are here to mow my grass or eat my ass, you can turn around and go back to the Baby Gap you crawled out of,” I wasn’t sure if she meant my mom’s pussy or the store “Baby Gap” but either way it was a hell of an introduction. That was the first thing Hayden’s mom said when she saw me and it set the tone for our meeting.

I should probably back up and introduce myself. My name is Justin and I am in High School. I like to play Fortnite, Minecraft, and Destiny 2 (but not so much since the recent patch). I don’t have a lot of game when it comes to girls and I would consider myself a pretty basic dude. I have checked out porn – I mean that was the first thing I did when I got my cell phone in Middle school. However, I am not what you would call “successful with women”.

I like to look at girls at school. I know that sounds creepy and it probably is because you know what I think about? I think what it would be like to touch them or watch them undress and what it is like to be their boyfriend. I guess you could say I am a people watcher because I also like to check out dudes. Not in a gay way – I like to wonder what it is like to be someone’s boyfriend and what they do differently than me.

The other day I noticed a girl that has been sort of in the background at my school because she doesn’t talk much. Her name is Hayden and she is tall and to scale she is proportion like a regular girl only much larger than regular girls if you know what I mean? Like a Clydesdale is to a normal horse. She had big boobs but she wore baggy shirts that downplayed them. She had big hips and a nice butt and she liked to wear black skin-tight yoga pants but like most girls she wore her shirt down over her butt so you couldn’t see the outline of any camel toe or her butt cheeks. Only attention whores at my school wear their Yoga pants where you can see the outline of their asses and usually it’s either girls way too hot to even be caught staring at or fatties you don’t want to get caught staring at.

Hayden has a pretty face at least to me. Her nose sticks out and up a little like a stuck up princess and because she has slightly buck teeth and her chin is somewhat weak she makes me think of a rabbit. She has brown curly hair that she often wears in pig tails or braids but sometimes she lets it out like an afro.

Hayden’s body language at school was almost by design to keep her from standing out. She stands in the back and she keeps her shoulders down like she has very low self-esteem even though to me she seems very pretty. She did have some acne but she otherwise looks very healthy.

Hayden liked to keep to herself and she didn’t say much in school. She didn’t hang out with anybody and she seemed to be a loner like me. One day I decided to start talking to her. I can’t tell you why or what I said. It wasn’t like me. I usually don’t say anything to girls and I just look at my Jordan’s (tennis shoes). I think because she talked back to me I asked her if she lived around here (lame) and she answered that she did. I asked her if I could walk her home.

“Are you gay or stupid?” she asked me very plainly.

“I am not either,” I knew this wasn’t going very well already. It was the furthest I’d come flirting with a girl though.

“Okay, it’s just like people don’t ask to walk people home anymore. It’s like creepy. Are you trying to stalk me or something?” she said. She didn’t seem overly concerned about it either way – just skeptical.

“No, I was just being nice. I wanted to see if I could get to know you better,” I said. I have absolutely zero game when it comes to talking to girls and I instantly regretted my choice of words but I told her what I wanted to do and hoped it was okay.

“Cool,” she said and started walking in a direction away from our high school. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to walk with her or not but I followed and quickly caught up and since she didn’t tell me to stop or go away – I assumed she meant “Cool, you can walk me home.”

She didn’t ask me my name but it seemed like she knew what it was. We didn’t talk at all along the way to her house. That was more my being bashful than anything else. I was just happy to have made it this far and not blown it. I thought the more I opened my mouth the greater my chance of saying something stupid so just being quiet was the pro-tip move. The area around my high school is not exactly what you would call a good area.

I live in the suburbs of Deer Park where the houses are all two stories and have at least four bedrooms. Most everyone has a pool attached to their house and there is a community pool that no one even uses because we all have our own pools with fenced in patios. We aren’t rich but my parents do okay. All the lawns are mowed by the HOA so they lawns are always nice and neat. I texted my mom that I was with some friends at school. Mom instantly texted back a lot of mom questions about who they were and I knew if I told her it was a girl it would never end so I turned off my phone.

The neighborhood my school is in though is more broke down. The houses are all different and much older. There are a lot of black and Hispanic people but mostly white trash. There are a lot of dogs and pick-up trucks in the yards and most of the lawns haven’t been mowed and it’s basically just kind of dumpy.

We walked in silence a few blocks until we came to her house. She looked at me awkwardly and indicated that was her house with a shrug. The look she gave me expressed “Okay, you did your walk. You can go now,” however after some awkward stares she asked me if I wanted to come inside.

I wanted to say “That’s what she said” because that is what my friends online would say if anyone asked that question. However, I shrugged silently that I did not care one way or the other. She said “Cool” and assuming that was an invite I followed her to her door.

She opened the fence and took a key from around her neck to unlock the door. I was surprised there was no one home since my mom was usually home when I got home. She looked at me and sighed as if she had not intended for me to follow her to her door. I felt like I had made a terrible decision and shouldn’t have come this far but she opened the door and let me in.

The house smelled like dried dog shit, mildew, fresh cat urine, old bong water and vanilla Febreze. I don’t smoke marijuana but I’ve been to enough to Football games to know it when I smell it and there was a musky odor but far more intense like someone spilled a bong.

It was almost overwhelming and she laughed when she saw me react to it. There was a layer of dust all over the mess in the house and all the furniture looked very well-used and the house was very well lived in. I can’t even describe it properly but it was obvious nothing was ever bought as a set and they had a lot of mirrors you would win at the carnival on their wall with pictures of old Rock bands and Cats and Unicorns on them.

I noticed the sink was leaking as we passed the kitchen and no one seemed to care. There were also tiny little bugs running around in the sink and all over their dishes and no one freaked out. My mom would have lost her mind if she saw that – it grossed me out as well. There were a lot of paper plates and old dirty dishes with food on it everywhere in the kitchen too.

Her sister and mother were home even though the door was locked. That puzzled me at first. We never lock our doors when people are home. No crime ever happens where we live though.

“Maids day off,” she shrugged and plopped on her couch next to her sister as they both watched TV. I think they were watching YouTube videos or Netflix. I wondered why the door was locked if there were people already home. Hayden had not locked it back when we came inside.

Her sister’s name is Waverly but she didn’t introduce herself to me. She looked a lot like Hayden only heavier and her face was rounder. She had much larger boobs and she seemed slightly taller. She was clearly older by a few years. She ignored me and picked the material of her shorts between her ass cheeks as if she had a wedgie.

I stood there waiting to be invited to sit down awkwardly.

That is when her mother came in. Her mother looked like her daughters only twenty or thirty years older (I am bad at guessing ages) and she had humongous tits that were held back by a very sheer pink tank top. She seemed pleased when I noticed the way they swung as she entered the room. She was wearing black shorts similar to the ones Waverly had on. She was shorter than both girls and stockier but she had what my uncle would call a “Figure like a brick shit house”.

“Do you have a big dick?” she asked me very seriously. I had no idea how to even answer that question and I felt like it was a trick question. I stood there quietly and mumbled something about not having a big dick and shrugging.

“Why not? You obviously aren’t rich and you are too straight edge to get high. So unless you are here to mow my grass or eat my ass, you can turn around and go back to the Baby Gap you crawled out of,” she laughed at me. I know Baby Gap is a store that sells children’s clothing and my immediate guess was she suggested I was too young to even be there. I felt completely humiliated and I saw Waverly start to crack up but Hayden just stared at their television.

Waverly got off the couch and farted in her sister’s face and said “Sour cream!” and Hayden held up a pillow to block her face as if it were a special fart shield.

“This your boyfriend?” Hayden’s mom asked her daughter. Hayden said nothing and shrugged like I was not.

“He doesn’t talk much,” she regarded me and told me her nick name was “Lucky” and asked if I was “feeling lucky today?”

“More like Bad Lucky!” Waverly sat back down on the couch and insulted her mother after harassing her younger sister.

“Yeah, but when I am bad, I am oh-so-so bad!” her mother said and then added that I could call her Betty. I felt like I had made a really bad first impression and I wanted a re-do. I wasn’t used to calling adults by their first name but I nodded that I understood.

“Wow, you need to get yourself some pussy, son! You really have a stick up your ass,” Waverly observed about me. I could tell this was not going well – not at all and it is even making me uncomfortable re-telling how this encounter went.

I wanted to just run out of the house.

“You want me to take him in the other room and teach him about the birds and bees, Hayden?” Betty was clearly joking with her daughter and she tickled my side. Hayden rolled her eyes like she did not care one way or the other and despite my discomfort I was getting the most awkward boner from the flirtatious way they talked about sex so openly when her mother touched me. She told me though I didn’t have enough “meat on my bones” and she would have to throw me back. I was definitely out of my comfort zone and I didn’t know whether to sit down or stand up. I decided to sit on a nearby chair. It had a lot of dog hair on it and that may have been why they preferred the couch. However, it felt like the right decision to sit down and not be the center of attention.