Chapter 5

Hayden was up before I was. I had maybe an hour of sleep. She acted like it was perfectly normal to get such little sleep on a school day. Waverly was snoring in her bed naked.

“Check this out,” Hayden told me to watch her sister sleep. She pulled Waverly’s large butt cheeks apart and as she snored her asshole puckered and then I kid you not it looked like her asshole blew a kiss in time with her snoring. I actually saw a fart ripple out of her ass while she slept. I had always wondered what an asshole looked like when a fart came out and now I had seen one actually emerge and watched as the asshole expanded slightly and expelled the air like a balloon releasing all its gas. I know it’s disgusting but at the same time seeing it come out of a pink asshole that physically trembles when the air pushes past was like watching a rare geyser erupt at Yellowstone National Park. I could have watched her sister’s snoring butthole all morning.

Hayden teased me by calling me a perv then giggled and released her sister’s ass cheeks. Waverly snored like a bear and she had no sheets or pillow on her bed. I could have done anything to Waverly and she probably would have slept right through it.

“Unless you are wearing jammies to school, you can wear some of these,” she threw some shorts and a shirt at me.

“They won’t let me go to school in this,” I said of the oversized girl clothes.

“Duh, you are going to have to go home and get dressed. You can wear my shit until you get there so you don’t have to walk through the hood in PJ’s like Peter Pan,” she was amused by my confusion. I was operating on about an hour of sleep.

“I know it is silly I wear Pajamas to sleep,” I admitted. I expected her to be empathetic.

Instead Hayden agreed with me and laughed at me. She told me to hurry up because she was going to be late and she had to lock the door on her way out. “Mom doesn’t like it when I leave the door unlocked while they are sleeping. The last time I did, a crack head came in and made crack in our bathtub and stuck his dick in her mouth,” she giggled. I believed she wasn’t joking even though she laughed. It sounded absolutely horrible.

Hayden had a way of making horrible things sound funny and maybe that was a coping mechanism or maybe she just had a deeply dark and twisted sense of humor. I was okay with either one of those reasons. She fascinated me. She didn’t seem to understand why and I definitely didn’t know how to explain what made her so interesting.

She would have just said that I was a ‘fatty chaser’ or liked piggy girls or something. She put herself down much more than even her sister did. I think that too was perhaps a defensive mechanism. If she made fun of herself then no one else had anything left to hurt her. That or she really believed it.

I wanted to change her perception if she believed it. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to open my mouth and suck her into me if I could have. I know that sounds super creepy. I guess I “pussy had me going crazy” like her mother said and I was feeling all this affection for my first. I didn’t dare tell her she was my first. She was obviously very well experienced and I didn’t want to seem lame. Somehow though I think she knew.

“Why do you live like this?” I asked as I put on my clothes.

Hayden didn’t understand the question. In retrospect I think she only knew this way of living and she didn’t really know of any other way.

“I mean like why do you stand at attention naked if your mom snaps her fingers?” I asked a more carefully crafted question. I wasn’t good at thinking on my feet. I had to take better care to ask better questions with her. She had a tendency to get angry or shut down when I asked really vague questions that seemed to imply something. I was still figuring her out.

“That’s just Webcam stuff, how we make the rent,” Hayden shrugged. She took offense to that question too and added “It beats getting bottles thrown at you by your step-dad and getting finger banged for free!”

“I didn’t mean,” I started to say but Hayden kicked me out of her house and told me to keep the clothes. I had no idea of her past life or that it was like that. One thing was for sure, she had not made much of a joke out of that response!

I walked home in the morning air thinking about everything that had happened the day previously. It was so much to take in. I barely noticed the strange stares I got wearing baggy girl shorts. I pulled her t-shirt down over me so that it looked kind of like a dress at one point and then I realized it looked like I had nothing on underneath. I started to jog at one point because some black guys followed me for a block or two until I got out of their neighborhood. I wasn’t sure if they were going to kick my ass or sell me weed or both.

Once I got home, my mother was waiting at the table with a cup of coffee. My father was home from work so I knew I was in trouble. They freaked out when they saw me walk in and said they had been worried about me. They didn’t know if I was “Dead in a ditch somewhere or kidnapped or what!”

My mom began with her many questions – too many to answer all of them before a dozen more started. Mom obviously asked why I didn’t text her or reply to her messages and I had no good answer other than I wasn’t sure what to say. My answers didn’t make her any happier.

I couldn’t get in a word edge wise with my mom on what had happened and I definitely didn’t want to tell them everything that had happened. As I said earlier, I am a fairly honest person and even though I may have no problem with a white lie –the idea of being dishonest even through omission with my parents was eating me up with guilt.

However, my story was too weird to even believe. How could I tell them I fucked some rich millionaire’s wife last night after I fucked a girl in the ass in front of him and he ate the cum?

I considered telling them I went there last night and just leaving out the details but that may make it sound weirder. “Mom, I went to a strange millionaire’s house in the middle of night and I can’t tell you why,” would probably sound like one of those Michael Jackson Netflix specials about sex rings.

“What I think happened; honey” My father interrupted on my behalf and explained “Was that the boy finally got himself a little girlfriend. The two of them had a little nookie time or whatever you want to call it,” he said.

“Stephen!!” my mom exclaimed.

“Look, he is obviously old enough to know what Nookie is because he clearly went out and got some. You know what nookie is, don’t you son?” My dad asked me.

I nodded that I did. I assumed Nookie meant pussy but it was so creepy to hear him say the word. I wished he would just say sex instead.

“He got all hot and bothered and spent some money on her and then she showed up here and obviously he wore her father’s clothes home,” he said.

“These are her clothes,” I pointed out.

“Wow, she is a BIG girl,” my dad’s eyes got big. He seemed impressed with me but he also had to act concerned because my mom was freaking out. He clearly didn’t think it was unusual at all.

My mom nodded that Hayden was much bigger than me.

“That is exactly it,” I agreed with my dad and promised to pay them back somehow. “I’ll get a job or something.”

“Now son, you focus on getting to college. I worked when I was your age and missed out on my high school years,” My father assured me that was fine. “I should have been giving you an allowance,” he said.

“Hey, I gotta help pay the rent,” I smiled and quoted Betty to my Dad. He didn’t know that reference but my father found it endearing that I wanted to contribute. It had only made him happier with me and he insisted that I have a limit of a hundred dollars a week now that I was ‘dating’. My mom balked at that much but Dad told her it cost money to keep a pretty girl happy.

“Yeah, when is the last time you spent money on me?” Mom started to make this about her. She did that a lot when there was a discussion about someone else.

My Dad tried to point out he bought her a top of the line Bissell Vacuum cleaner at Bed, Bath and beyond. My mom argued that she wanted a Dyson and besides that she meant Jewelry and finer things. My Dad said that a hundred dollars wouldn’t get me a lot of that and my mom agreed. I felt though my Dad had just committed to spending much more than a hundred dollars on mom every week – which was probably for the best anyway.

A happy mom is a happy home.

The part I should emphasize here is just like that – they were going to let me have a hundred dollars a week? All because I had stayed out and fucked Hayden? This was REALLY TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE! I played it cool though and stayed quiet.

“You have to understand you can’t just spend 130 dollars on who knows what at Wal-Mart. You will have to budget that hundred through the week. Save some for milkshakes, and some for cologne or after shave. I mean if you do start shaving, anyway you’ll need to groom yourself a little more than you do now, you can’t just wipe off and leave the house. Also and excuse me for saying this, but Justin, I do hope some of that money was on Condoms?” he asked me.

“STEPHEN!!” my mom complained even more loudly but my Dad nodded that I was old enough to understand what a condom was and is used for. I hadn’t used condoms at all and that would have blown their minds. I had been told all my life to use them but I didn’t have one with me and was too excited to fuck that I didn’t think about it.

I lied and said that I had and that they are way more expensive than I thought they would be.

“Well, they should give them out free at your guidance counsellors office,” My dad agreed with me. “You also spent 48 dollars at Krystals? That’s a pretty big girl to eat that much!” he had reviewed the charges on their card.

“Well, that was also her mom and sister,” I admitted. I thought the price was closer to 40 dollars when I paid for it.

“Her mother knew she was out at 4am running around?” My mom thought that was absolutely outrageous. I explained that she gave us the ride and she asked for her phone number and said she was going to give her a piece of her mind!

I told her not to bother and that I felt like Hayden had broken up with me.

“Well, that is her loss!” My mom felt guilty for giving me a hard time and hugged me. She was so different than Betty.

My dad rescinded the hundred dollar allowance and said that I could have twenty a week for “toiletries” whatever that was. It turns out my mom bought all the deodorant and stuff I needed like that but at least I’d have twenty dollars to spend if I did see Hayden again.

After that I was sent up to my room to get dressed for school while they talked. I took my time and beat off once just to calm my nerves. I checked my phone and deleted all the crazy texts from my mom wondering where I was since they were addressed already. She was ready to call the police if I didn’t text back soon! I had only been gone a few hours but obviously this was not like me.

I really wanted Hayden to text me and tell me she was just kidding. All I could think about was how I could make things right Hayden and had I blown everything. I also thought a lot about their naked bodies and what they might be doing with them right at that moment.

My dad agreed to drop me at school on his way to work. “Family crises averted,” he said in his dad voice and laughed at his own dad joke. I brought Hayden’s clothes to school to give them back to her. On the way to school he asked me questions about her.

“You can talk man to man here, you can ask me anything,” he said at one point.

“When you are fucking a girl in the ass and green stuff comes out is that poop?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t have asked such a random question but it was the one I kept wondering. I thought poop was brown. I realized after I asked it that Dad had clearly not meant anything quite that graphic.

“Okay, that one may be for your mother, or well no, not her either. Maybe the internet? I don’t really know about things like that, Son. I meant you could ask me about your feelings or how to talk to a woman,” Dad said. I could have used that advice BEFORE today.

He was uncomfortable and I was uncomfortable. This was awkward. I had a sudden realization of shame now that I brought it up. I felt like I could have asked Betty and she would have just told me the answer without even raising an eyebrow. I just didn’t want to seem like I didn’t already know that.

My dad is super corny and totally lame though. I couldn’t picture him having any clue as to how to talk to Hayden.

“Okay, well like when you are having sex with a girl, what kind of dirty things can you say that will turn her on?” I asked. The only things I could think of were like “Yeah Motherfucker, take that dick” and “Uhn, get this dick you cunt hound” from watching Porno of this guy Max Hardcore. He would make the girls do all these nasty things on his dick and he liked to fuck hot girls with braces and say really filthy things to them. I should have paid more attention but I usually fast forwarded to a part, beat off and then stopped watching. You know how that goes.

“You can say how hot their ass is, or how nice their pussy is,” My Dad had absolutely no clue. I thanked him for his advice and he seemed happy that I changed the subject.

“Son, I may not be able to help you in the bedroom, but when I was pursuing your mother she broke up with me nine times. If you want to get her back then go after her! Don’t make her chase you!” he said as I got out of the car. Finally, that was some worthy advice to help me.

That day at school I didn’t see Hayden. I kept checking my phone in the hopes she would text me. I didn’t want to be needy or clingy but at the same time that thing my dad said about chasing her really hit home.

I texted her “Hey, I have your clothes. Can I drop them by?” and waited for a response. There was none.

It was time to go home and so I texted “Hey, my parents were totally cool with last night. I’d like to hook up again,” I must have rewrote that text a dozen times before hitting send and I still thought it was lame after I sent it.

I went home on the bus as I normally did and waited for texts.

I didn’t see Hayden at school for three days after that. I wasn’t sure if she was keeping a super low profile or just stayed home from school. Even when I saw her she avoided me.

I masturbated pretty frequently at home usually picturing one of the scenarios from my time with Hayden. I would wonder why they did the things they did. I don’t want to seem like a stalker but I totally began searching her on Facebook, Instagram and various Porn sites. I couldn’t find a lot under “Lucky”.

My Uncle helped me with that and in exchange I had to tell him all the glorious details about the story. He even told me that some of it sounded like total bullshit. “What hot rich bitch wants you to fuck her?” he asked.

“I think it was to humiliate her husband or something?” I told him.

“That makes sense. It emasculated him to have a wimpy little weasel fucking his hot wife in front of him. She is a hot wife. She likes to fuck guys in front of him and he gets off seeing her get pleasure that way,” he explained it like there were all these categories already for shit like that on the Internet.

I didn’t even take offense to being called a wimpy little weasel. It had gotten me laid so that was cool. I considered even trying to find Mr. Stone’s house again and then work my way back that way to Betty’s Instagram account. I didn’t pay any attention to how we got there and I had no idea if that was even his real name.

I kept wondering about that perfect moment when Waverly stood on her knees in the passenger seat of the station wagon with her tits exposed to the cashier. Betty snapped a picture of her pussy spread and her ass hole puckered as she paid for the coffee and then they posted it on the Instagram. The must use that to advertise for guys to watch their live stream. A lot of girls used to do that on Tumblr but I noticed a few trying it on Instagram and Twitter although they were a lot stricter about content and had to pixelate it or be strategic about what they showed.

I started to fantasize about Betty showing up at Walmart in that skimpy see through dress and then walking out of the fitting rooms naked and asking for a different size dress then turning around and smiling for the camera and posting that on Instagram. I loved public nudity porn but most of it was filmed in Bulgaria or somewhere that it is apparently legal and super-hot women just walk around in 40 degrees weather in these towns with their tits out like it was no big deal.

The stuff that looked really hot to me was when it was obviously a Walmart or some Juggalo concert and these girls are just walking around the concert totally naked showing their asses to everybody.

I had so many ideas I wanted to suggest to Betty on how she could pose shots for Instagram. It made jizzing to the mental images a lot easier but over the next few days the mental images faded and I wanted desperately to find pictures of them on the Internet or better yet see them again.

Finally, one day I decided to text Hayden that I was coming over to drop off her clothes. “I am not carting your shit to school anymore. I am dropping it off,” I wrote very curtly like I didn’t care even though I totally did. I had probably sent twenty messages in the course of a week and I started to feel like I was being like my mom pestering me the way she does with instant messages when I don’t’ reply.