Chapter 16

To his credit, Brian walked into the house, knowing that his date would be completely nude. He didn’t expect to see her daughter and I were also naked.

“You did say that you were casually naked at home in your emails,” Brian blushed and looked uncomfortable. He was handsome with dark hair and a short beard. He was dressed in a nice shirt and slacks and looked like he was first-date-ready. His hair was combed, he was freshly showered, and he had even trimmed his fingernails.

“Please have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? A snack?” Rachel seemed nervous. She was normally unflappable, calm, and confident. Something about Brian or the situation had made her act like a high school girl, meeting her prom date for the first time.

“Water would be nice,” he sat on the couch. He didn’t leer or stare at Anna and me either.

“I do not know what my kids told you about me, but they said really nice things about you, Sir,” Rachel went to the kitchen and began to get him a drink.

“Get me a water, too,” Brodie said as he sat down next to the man. Anna and I remained standing. I could sense the awkwardness settle in as we all realized that no one had worked out the details of this dating arrangement and how things were going to be.

“I haven’t been talking to your kids. It’s nice to meet them. Usually, people are a little shy about introducing their kids to someone on the first date. You are obviously Brodie,” he acknowledged her son before asking Rachel, “but I thought you only had one daughter?”

“That’s Miss Susan. She’s my daughter’s girlfriend, and this is Anna,” Rachel answered as she handed him the water and bent slightly at the knee.

Brian looked right at me. He didn’t look at my tits or pussy, though. It was obvious that he thought the name Miss Susan was out of place, but he was too polite to say something about it.

“Last Sunday, my kids convinced me to agree to online dating. They set up my profile and have been screening potential dates,” she explained to him. “Have you been sending him emails as if you were me?” she asked Anna.

“Well, yeah. I mean, what were we going to say? Tell him we are yours kids and that he has to to meet our approval before he can talk to our mom?” Anna said with a trace of sarcasm.

Brian thought that was funny. “So, you haven’t read any of my emails?”

“No, I am sorry that I haven’t, Sir. I am new to this, and I kind of thought it would just be sorted. They’d pick a good guy, and I wouldn’t have to fidget with it. I have an in-home massage business, and I spend most of my time dealing with online scammers and no-shows who want to talk but not pay. I thought online dating might be equally frustrating. We obviously need to work the kinks out of how that works.”

“You mean for the next guy you go on a date with?” Brian was being a little passive-aggressive by implying he wasn’t going to cut the mustard and she’d be out with another guy.

“I am not promising marriage to the first guy I go out with before you buy me a steak, Sir,” Rachel became more comfortable with him. “I just mean that, obviously, I should have been more involved in the process. I just tend to feel sorry for the most pathetic guys and pick them because I do not want them to feel rejected.”

“Well, you would have chosen me then,” Brian was confident enough he could be self-deprecating. “Can I ask a question, and if it’s prying and not my business, then just say so.”

“I will.”

“You have on a collar, and so does your daughter. I couldn’t help but notice that you keep calling me Sir. Are you some kind of slave?”

“Did they not tell you that I am submissive, Sir?” Rachel looked flabbergasted.

“No, they did ... or I thought it was you that did. I saw you were bald in the photo and wore a collar, and that intrigued me. I just wasn’t sure, I mean. It’s a little. I mean, it’s a lot to take in.”

“I am an open book. You can ask me any question, Sir,” Rachel offered him the same deal that she offered me when we first met. “Most people are too shy to ask why I am bald or wear the collar, so you are already ahead of them. Do you really want to know?”

“Could you tell me over dinner?”

“I’d be delighted.”

“Let me pick your outfit for you,” I volunteered and ushered Rachel to her bedroom. I closed the door.

“He’s cute,” she observed.

I chose an outfit that was not trashy. A nice skirt that came down to just above the knee and a simple top that didn’t show off too much but showed off a little cleavage.

“What is he going to say if he sees me change into this on the patio?” she asked.

“You are going to change in here. I am giving you permission. You are in low protocol. You do not have to call him or ANYONE Sir or Mister in public.”

“Thank you, Susan,” Rachel kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but it lingered, and her tits touched mine when she leaned in close. She thought nothing of it, but it did excite me.

“Do you mind dropping Susan off at her house before we head to dinner?”

Brian noticed Rachel dropped the Sirs and Miss Susan when she came out of the bedroom fully dressed. Brodie looked alarmed, but when he saw a glance from me that I had made an executive decision to dress her inside the house, he dropped any concern.

“Mom, You have your house key, right?” Brodie asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Rachel thought it was an odd question.

“Okay, because we may go to bed early, so I just wanted to be sure in case you get to the FRONT door and find that it is locked,” he hinted she could come in the normal way.

“Oh, thank you, Mister Brodie,” his mother accidentally or perhaps intentionally called him Mister Brodie before she left out of gratitude. It was a heartwarming gift.

I hopped into the backseat of his Honda Accord and texted my mom that I’d be coming home in a different car because Rachel was on a date.

“No problem, Honey!”

Anna texted me to let me know that she and Brodie appreciated my quick thinking to save her mom some awkwardness.

“He’ll eventually hear us mooing and barking if he sticks around,” I texted back.

“Yeah, would you have stuck around if my brother made you snort like a piggy the first time you came over?”

I sent her a laughing my ass off emoji and two peaches to indicate that I would. I wasn’t so sure, though. I have changed and evolved a lot in the last few weeks.

When I got home, my brother was there. I hadn’t had a chance to confront him about what he did to Brodie. I wanted to get his side of the story.

“Did you push Brodie Fox up against the wall?”

“Humperdink? You still dating that scro?”

“I am not dating him! I am dating his sister!”

Jake’s eyes grew wide in disbelief. “She probably has scabies and seven kinds of STDs, Susan!”

“She doesn’t, and even if she did, that would be none of your business.”

“I am just looking out for you,” he assured me.

“You looked out for me by bullying the wrong boy. He’s a new kid that doesn’t know anyone, and now the most popular Senior in school humiliated him in front of a bunch of people!”

“I am not the MOST popular,” Jake laughed, but he was moved by what I said. “I am sorry, Susan. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow. It wasn’t a dick; I didn’t think he’d take it so hard,” he shrugged it off. “But what you said about what’s her name? Devil-chick. You are gay?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Does Mom and Dad know?”

“No.”

“Yeah, you can’t tell them.”

“Why?”

“Because. They would freak out if they knew we were gay.”

“We?”

“I thought you figured that out. Yeah, I am gay. Why is that such a shocker?”

My brother was the epitome of teenage masculinity to me. I couldn’t picture him having sex with another dude. It was blowing my mind, but now it made sense why he didn’t date girls. It also made sense that he had impeccable taste in clothes, and he always had his hair nicely combed.

“Well, look. I am happy for you, Sis. Even if I think that girl is totally wrong for you. I am glad you are finding yourself. I was confused when I was your age. I had all this anger directed at guys who turned me on. I beat up guys because they turned me on. I felt like it was a curse that I’d feel like I do and that there was something wrong with me. I’ve been through it, so if you want to talk about it, then I would understand.”

“No, I do not feel like beating anyone up,” I assured him.

“That’s not what I mean. I was all kinds of confused. I wanted people that I hated for making me attracted to them. That was me, but I guess what I’d ask you is, why her? You are a pretty girl, and there are other lesbians at school. Is she just the first one you found, or what?”

“I really like Anna!”

“You just seem like oil and water.”

“Because I do not wear a collar and have a bald head?”

“Among a hundred other eccentricities and quirks. I heard she went down on the entire football team. Are you involved in anything like that?”

“I told her what you said, and she said she’d only do that if they were nice enough to reciprocate on her.”

“You TOLD her what I said?”

“Why? Was it a secret?” I answered sarcastically. I told him that Anna was not surprised people spread rumors about her because she was different.

“That’s why I keep being gay on the down low. I am not concerned about being the most popular kid at school, but I do not want everyone to make up a bunch of shit about me sucking off the entire football team.”

“Then why would you say it about her?”

“Touche’,” he said. “My question still stands, though. She seems like trouble incarnate. I’ve known trashy girls, and they are dysfunctional, clingy, and they will break your heart.”

“I thought you were gay?”

“I’ve dated girls before,” he explained. “I just care about you. I would have broken that kid’s face if I thought he was trying to get in your pants.”

“His name is Brodie, and he’s a good guy.”

“I am sure he is, and I feel like an asshole now.”

The next day at school, my brother not only apologized, but he befriended Brodie. They got to talking and apparently had some common interests.