Life on Bedlow Street
Copyright© 2003 by Knave of Hearts
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - The Lostridge family is nice, normal and routine. Or are they? Summer's coming and hidden passions begin boiling over, threatening their idyllic household. At work, Dad's "training" a new associate while his wife's lust starts to get the better of her at home. Their son, Bud, spies on his dream girl as Rebecca, their daughter, tries to decide when and how she'll give up her virginity. What secrets are they hiding under a veneer of 1920's respectability?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Historical Cheating Interracial Voyeurism
A week had passed since they'd made the movie. Bud arrived at the soda counter for his meeting with Stevie. He glanced at the front page of a newspaper he'd found folded on the corner of the counter. Opening the paper, he read the headlines while he waited for Stevie to take his break.
"Says here that Lance will go on trial at the end of the month," Bud looked up, but Stevie occupied himself with the silverware. "The paper says he might get five years for arson."
Stevie still didn't answer. One part of him might have pitied Lance for facing five years on the county farm but another part of him was happy that Rebecca could finally be his. If she'd have him. He nodded toward the bathroom.
"Let's talk someplace more private," he told Bud.
Inside the bathroom, Stevie handed Bud an envelope stuffed full of $10 bills. "This is your cut from the movie. Three hundred dollars for you and Kelly. I've already given Goldie her share."
"Stevie, thanks. I mean, thanks for everything." Bud seemed embarrassed. "Will you be making any more cards or movies? I mean, now that your studio's gone..."
"Naw. I think it's a good time to lay low for a while. I might take a couple of pictures of Goldie but I'll have to hold on to them until I find another darkroom and get some new equipment. Mr. McPherson said he'd help but I'm hoping to go to art school this fall, so I need to save my money."
Bud tucked the envelope under his shirt. "Well, I guess you're right. Anyway, I gotta go." He turned toward the door. "Oh yeah, my old man wants me to ask you to Sunday dinner."
"What?" Of all the things Bud could have said, that was one that Stevie hadn't anticipated.
"Yeah, Rebecca turned red and shit but Dad says that she hasn't been able to finish a sentence without adding something about you all week, so it must be time for you to come to dinner."
After Bud left, Stevie stood in the dark, cramped bathroom. He was so happy he felt as if his heart were going to burst.
Hugging the envelope full of money to his chest, Bud ran to his meeting with Kelly, arriving breathless at the park's old bandstand. The creaky old shelter stood in the shade of a gigantic oak tree. Making sure that no one was watching them, they scurried under the bandstand and found a soft place to sit in the warm darkness.