Chapter 3: Love Shack

The very next day, I raided my cash jar and rode out on my bike in search of a drugstore. I'd ridden a bit around our neighborhood -- enough to find a few people who looked like they'd be willing to do yard work. I'd discovered a couple of people to hire me, and that just outside our subdivision there was a small strip mall.

It was a mile or two from my house via the twisty roads of our development, but I didn't mind the ride. For the first time in my life, I was really feeling like I was in shape and things were going my way. My old school hadn't been so wonderful that I regretted leaving it behind. One or two friends, sure, but that was it. And well, Janet and the prospect of getting laid wiped out any negative feelings I might have had.

The strip mall turned out to be pretty typical. It had a chain grocery store on one end, a dry cleaner, a pizza place, a Chinese place, and a mom and pop drugstore on the other end. I found the condoms stuck in a private area in a little cubbyhole near the back. There were several kinds, and I had no idea what I needed. I settled on some generic Trojans with "spermicidal lubricant" because they came in the biggest box at the best price.

The only bit of awkwardness was that the register was worked by a cute girl about my age. I added some breath mints and an ace bandage to the mix, as though that would cover for what I was buying. She blushed a bit as I got the box, but didn't say anything. I paid, walked out, let out a huge sigh of relief, and rode home as fast as I could.

No one was home when I got there, so at least my little sister wouldn't know (and tell) what I'd bought. I stashed the condoms in my sock drawer, and put the ace bandage in the bathroom. And since no one was around, I lay in my bed and thought about Janet with my hand around my cock. Her blowjob had felt like nothing I'd ever imagined. How different would it feel to finally fuck? That line of thought drove me quickly to orgasm, and afterwards, I lay in bed, just being comfortable and planning my week.

I wound up having a couple of people to do yard work for. Those jobs were more complicated than Janets, and therefore I could charge more. I was also getting real money this time. That kept me busy for a couple of days, and I spent some time pounding the pavement looking for more people. In Charlotte it took me a few weeks to get recommendations, but eventually people were calling me until I was turning them away. Hopefully by the end of June I'd have a full slate.

Eventually it was time to do Janet's yard again. I mowed ours and then hers, and knocked on her kitchen door. She answered with a smile on her face. "Hi Brian! I've got a couple of friends over who want to hear about your prices. So you should head home and shower, and then come over to talk to them about it. "And, you know, have some lemonade."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Cooke," I said. She winked at me and I knew I'd said the right thing. I headed home, got clean, and got dressed in comfortable clean clothes. I put my price sheets in one pocket, and pulled a ribbon of condoms out and put them in the other. I was, as the scout say, "being prepared."

Janet was sitting at the breakfast nook when I got back. She handed me a lemonade and had me sit down. Two other women were also sitting there. They were a bit older than Janet, but not by much. One was a brunette who had a few smile lines around her eyes. Her hair was long and styled nicely. The other was a blonde with straight hair looked to be between the other two in age. "Brian," Janet said. "These are Mrs. King and Mrs. Minor. Betty, Nancy, this is Brian Erhard. He's been doing my lawn work, and is looking for more, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." I drank a bit. "Thanks for the lemonade," I said, remembering my manners.

"Why are you just now looking for business?" Mrs. King, the brunette, asked.

I looked at her, she was thin, except for her breasts which were nice. She looked like the kind of person who worked out to keep in shape. Admittedly, it was difficult to focus, as my cock was hard and I just hoped no one noticed. All I could think about was Janet, and the condoms in my pocket. They felt like they were on fire in my pocket. "We just moved here," I said. "I had some clients in Charlotte, but Dad got a new job, so we're here."

"Oh, you moved into the Petersons' place," Mrs. Minor said. "I wondered who bought that," she said. She smiled at me. She was tiny, and couldn't have been much bigger than my sister, Amy. "What do you charge?"

"I've got some rate sheets," I said. I'd written them out carefully and had Dad xerox them for me at work. I pulled out the folded sheets and handed them to the two women. While they looked it over, Janet ran her hand over my thigh, lightly brushing it with her fingertips. I felt my cock twitch and press against my shorts.

They looked them over and Mrs. King looked at Janet. "He does a good job?"

"So far," she said. Her hand slipped over my thigh and between my legs. She briefly squeezed my cock. "This was his second week, so I'm still learning all that he can do."

"Are you free tomorrow?" she asked.

It took me a second to realize she was talking to me, but Janet squeezed my cock hard, and I jerked. "Uh, yes ma'am.". We settled on a time for me to come by and look at her lawn, and if we agreed to mow it. Mrs. Minor was slower to answer.

"I have to check with Charlie," she said. "He's my husband. You can take care of flower beds, though?"

"I understand that," I said. "But I can do flower beds, mowing, weeding, I even took care of someone's vegetable garden. If you make up your mind, my number's on the sheet." I'd scratched out the Charlotte number and written the new one in blue ink.

Janet smiled at them. "Well, that reminds me that I wanted to talk to Brian about taking care of my beds, so if you two ladies have what you need?"

Mrs. King smiled as she stood... "I do. I'll see you tomorrow Brian."

"Nine AM sharp," I said.

Mrs. Minor followed suit, and the ladies left out the back door, thankfully not offering to shake my hand, as there was no way I could politely stand at the time.