Chapter 4

When Justin arrived home the next day from school, he saw his step-father's blue and white sports car in the drive. Low, the roofline barely came up to the level of the EVO's windows. His parents travelled light, there was barely any room for luggage. If they needed anything they simply bought or hired it, they were that wealthy.

Justin knew he was indulged and lived a privileged life. Their house was large and sat on 2 acres of grounds. There was a gardener, a housekeeper, a maintenance man, all ensured he needn't lift a finger.

It hadn't always been that way. He'd spent his early childhood moving around from place to place. His real father had left them when Justin was about 2. He was a jeweller who followed the country fairs in an old bus selling his wares. Justin thought it an idyllic life, always travelling, parking the old Leyland wherever there was a stream for water.

His dad had turned up one day, unannounced. He rode in on an old BSA motorcycle, meticulously restored. His dad had fussed over him, took him for outings, showed him the bush. They'd sat on a cliff one evening above the ocean and watched the sun turn the sea orange. He'd put his arm around his shoulders and told him how much he'd loved him.

By contrast, his step-father was distant. He couldn't remember a time when he'd displayed any kind of affection. He had, though, bought him practically anything he'd asked for. One thing he'd never been allowed to do, however, was drive the sports car.

It was a one-off, a prototype, based on the chassis and motor of a formula one racing car. A V10 BMW engine sat snuggly behind the driver, the fat tyres clung to a race-bred space-frame. A roll cage restricted room inside, full harness safety belts pinned you to wrap-round racing seats. To buy it you wouldn't have much change from 2 million dollars.

"So, are you and Angela settled in yet?" his mother asked, "when do we get the chance to check her out?"

"I could go and pick her up in the Williams?" Justin suggested, pointing at the sports car optimistically.

His stepfather had chuckled at the suggestion.

"Why not?" his mother had gleamed at her husband, "Justin's a good driver, aren't you sweetie?"

His stepfather had choked on his latte. He'd offered very little resistance to any suggestions of his wife in the past, but this was almost too much.

"Now, he won't be able to handle it," he pleaded, "the motor's, it's just too powerful and..."

"You'd be careful, wouldn't you?" his mother had said, mischievously.

"Insurance? If he crashed it..."

"Oh, it could be fixed up, darling. Justin would drive sensibly, wouldn't you?"

Justin nodded enthusiastically. His stepfather had wandered away shaking his head and mumbling that she'd better know what she was doing.

So a little while later Justin navigated the monster out onto the road. The motor felt like it wanted to propel him into orbit. A light touch of the accelerator illicited a sharp burst of power sending the Williams jolting forward. It took some while before he began to develop a 'feel' for the car's controls.

Out on the motorway he waited for a decent stretch of straight road before giving the pedal a bigger nudge. The motor howled, the traction control prevented the rear wheels from burning off the tyre tread, it was as if a rocket had been lit behind him. The lamp posts sped past with increasing speed. It was every 16 year old male's wet dream.

Pulling up outside Angela's, half the street's kids had drifted out to their gates to stare. Justin felt he was a visiting Prince, leaning casually against the door grinning.

Angela came down her path wide-eyed in bemusement. On cue, Justin pulled a bunch of roses from behind his back and announced,

"Mum wants to meet you."

He'd seen it in a movie. He was pleased the little drama had the same effect on Angela. His timing had been perfect. She laughed in pleasure and amusement. She manuevered herself into the passenger's seat while Justin showed her how to do up the harness. That this involved some contact around her chest region was not lost on them both.

"Mum's watching!" she hissed, when Justin got a little too 'friendly.'

"I was just showing..." he started to tell her.

"I know what you were doing," she grinned, "I can do the buckle up myself, thank you."

Angela looked around her in wonder as Justin showed her around the house. They stood on the back balcony and surveyed the grounds, wandered among the roses, sipped cokes on the patio while Justin's mother hovered around telling Angela, 'it was about time... ' etc.

Angela was asked to stay for dinner. She checked with her parents and said it was ok. Justin's mother ordered Cambodian, a family favourite. It was delivered within the hour and placed on burners on their large dining table by two uniformed waiters from the restaurant. It was nearly all a bit much for her.

After dinner Justin showed her his room. It was a top floor annex with a ceiling that sloped down one side following the roof line. The other side had a sliding window opening onto a balcony.

They played video games for a while, sitting together on the floor against Justin's unmade bed.

Justin ventured an arm around her neck, she stroked his leg. They smiled and kissed one another. His hand found her right breast and cupped it over her top.

"Your parents?" she whispered.

"They won't come in," he murmured, "door's locked anyhow."

She raised her eyebrows, suspiciously.

"You can trust me," he reassured her, "and yourself," he added smiling.

"Wrong and wrong," she told him, grinning, "that's what makes you so dangerous," she twinkled her eyes.

He growled like a tiger, or maybe a tomcat. In any case, she mewed like a frightened kitten. They laughed and kissed some more. Justin nibbled all around her throat and over the cotton of her top. His lips sought out her nipple and was rewarded when it expanded under the layer of clothing.

"Check the door!" she told him, suddenly.

Justin shrugged and got up, tried the handle and pronounced it locked. Turning, he found Angela sliding her jeans down her tanned legs. Pleasurably surprised, she explained to him that they might as well make themselves comfortable.

Justin dropped his own pants and, as an afterthought, slipped his T-shirt over his head. Meanwhile, Angela had got into his bed and arranged the duvet over herself.

He slid quickly in beside her and resumed kissing. His hand caressed her exposed skin, around her thighs and across her tummy. Hers slid around his waist, up his back and over his butt. His cock unfolded in his underpants, furtively he worked it to the side where it would have more room for expansion. Eventually he would have to work it out underneath his waistband.

Justin began to knead and nip her breasts lightly. She trembled and told him to wait. She then sat up and pulled her top over her head, turning sideways so Justin could undo the clip of her bra. Now topless, she hurried back under the covers. Perhaps still concerned with the presence of Justin's parents.

They fitted snuggly into the palms of Justin's hands. As only the second set of female breasts he could remember exploring, he absently compared the qualities in his mind. Angela's were stiffer and held their shape on her chest, whereas Sharon's kind of flattened and rolled around. He treated them the same, however, as he did with Sharon's.

Angela sucked in her breath and moaned softly. Her fingers gripped his back harder. She whispered,

"I trust you," quietly in his ear.

His fingers found their way over her panties, he felt the soft flesh between her legs. Pressing lightly over her pussy he sought out her slit, and the little hollow of the entrance to her vagina.

Gradually he rolled on top of her, between her legs. Justin felt his straining cock press down onto her bone. Angela bent her knees up and Justin sensed the dampness and heat emanating from her soft pussy. He pressed down again and slowly sawed his cock along her moist, nylon-covered slit.

"Baby, be careful!" she whispered urgently, "I trust you!" she added again.

Angela began to roll her arse, matching Justin's rhythm. Mindful of his hair-trigger, Justin tried to remember all the advice that Sharon had offered. When he felt himself beginning to boil, he eased off and continued to stimulate her with his fingers. When the crisis passed, he resumed his 'dry humping.' Sometimes he stopped alltogether and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Angela was soon panting and digging into his arse with her fingernails.

During a pause she told him, quietly,

"Oh baby, you make me so horny! You're so hot honey!"

"I've dreamed of this," he replied, "you... in my bed!"

"Me too!" she whispered.

"Really?" he grinned, "and do you? Y'know... get horny and..."

"Wank?" she finished the sentence, "do you?"

He nodded.

"So do I!" she told him.

"Really? How often?"

"Pervert!" she laughed, "maybe every night before I go to sleep, you?"

"Three times a day!" he grinned.

"Liar!" she giggled.

He resumed humping, she clung to him and cooed with pleasure and excitement.

"You know... uh?" she gasped, "I'm... not... oh... a virgin... uh."

"No?"

"Uh huh... ooo."

"Neither... am I," he panted.

"Thought not... Go harder baby!" she called urgently.

Her moaning took on a harsher tone. She thrust back harder against him, pulled him down tighter.

"Oh Justin... oooohhhh... ahhhhh... baby... ooooo."

Her body stiffened and slammed against him. She grit her teeth, siezed his cock with her fist, squeezed and pulled on him. Justin, however had successfully kept himself in check and hadn't matched her orgasm.

Lying, pinned tight to Angela's body by her arm around his neck, Justin listened to her breathing begin to slow. He felt moisture on his cheek, looked up and saw her eyes moist and red.

"What's the matter?" he murmured, concerned.

"I'm being silly," she sobbed, "I don't know."

After a while spent slowly stroking each other's faces, Angela whispered something. More like a movement of the lips, Justin didn't catch it.

"What's that?" he asked slowly molesting her nipples.

Giggling, she pushed his hands away.

"You won't be cross?" she asked.

He shook his head. He couldn't imagine anything she'd say that could make him cross at that moment.

"I think I love you," she whispered, uncertainly.

Justin's life just got a whole lot more complicated, he felt. Especially when he told her he thought he loved her too.

"Justin?" she asked after a time. Sucking in her breath she asked, "do, do you like me more than Chrissie Benmore?"

"Chrissie, what? Of course, why?"

"It's just that... It's not that I'm spying on you or anything, believe that."

"Sure, I know!" he replied, doubtfully.

"It's that... someone saw you saying goodbye to her outside her gate the other night. Your car was there... and you were hugging... They said your car had been there a couple of hours. I don't mind..." she told him, tears welling again. Clearly it did matter. "... I mean, if you want to see her... but I need the truth, Justin, please?"

Justin felt his growing panic, his erection wilted rapidly in response. Absently, he noted that panic was a sure technique for delaying ejaculation.

"I'm not seeing Chrissie," he explained as forthrightly as possible, "I was visiting Mrs. Benmore, Sharon. Chrissie came home as I was leaving and bumped into me by the gate, that's all it was."

"Really, that's all?" Angela seemed relieved, "you were seeing Chrissie's mother? What for?"

Justin knew the question would come. He didn't however, have a prepared answer. He wavered between several lies and the truth. He thought he'd be able to choose which explanation to use when the time came. He realised, now how hard that decision was going to be.

"Justin?" he could hear her break through into his thoughts.

"Sharon Benmore and I..." he felt his resolve falter.

Angela stared into his face curiously. A gleam of realisation began to spread over her features.

"Oh God, Justin?" she gasped.

"She's been kind of tutoring..." he continued, realising with mounting certainty that Angela wasn't going to buy it.

"Tutoring? What subject, Justin?" a sarcastic tone developed.

"Massage!" he told her, suddenly inspired, "want one?" he said, brightly.