After I agreed, Simone asked me to take a shower with her. I was kind of freaking out, but I did it. She gave me my first blow job. Over the coming days and weeks, she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing women. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me. She’d make me do things over and over until I got them right. I guess she made me into the ‘Sex God’ I am today. I can’t complain about that part. The women love me. Not many guys my age would have the experience I have.
Simone got really pissed off when she found out we were moving. I mean really pissed. She screamed, she cried and she smashed things. At first I couldn’t understand why. Looking back now I should’ve seen the signs. Over time things changed; the way she touched me, kissed me, looked at me. I was just a kid, so I didn’t think much of it.
A few nights before we were set to move, she offered me two thousand dollars to spend the night. Of course I said yes, even though I wasn’t too keen on the idea. That’s when it all came to a head. She was riding me, my eyes were glued to her huge fake-arse tits as they bounced around, when suddenly she started to cry. Like sob her fucking heart out.
“Please don’t go,” she begged as she collapsed on my chest. At first I thought it was the sex she was going to miss, I was a sex god after all. Then she confessed she had feelings for me. Hell fucking no. It was a business arrangement. That’s it. I never signed on for any of that other shit. That’s not how I roll. She was a means to an end, nothing more. Not once during our time together did I ever think of her in that way. Needless to say, I lifted her off me and got out of bed. I left the money on the nightstand and hightailed it out of there. It was the last time I saw her.
“You must’ve done a lot of sexual favours if you earned enough money to buy a car,” Indi says in a repulsed tone. Her attitude really gets my back up. Why I feel the need to justify my actions to her, I’ll never know, but for some reason it’s important to me that she understands why I did it.
“I started doing odd jobs for her when I was twelve. I gave half of everything I earned to my mum, the rest I saved. As I said, the sexual favours didn’t start until I was fifteen. Despite what you think, I worked hard for that money. There’s nothing wrong with working hard for what you want.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she says, her hand reaching out to cover mine again. I don’t know why she’s making such a big deal out of this. My eyes travel down to her hand and back up to her face. She quickly draws it back. For some reason I wish she didn’t pull away.
“I’m not sorry,” I tell her honestly. “That money helped us out a lot. My mum really struggled over the years.”
“I don’t condone what happened, but I’m glad it helped, I guess. Promise me you won’t let her take advantage of you like that again.”
“That part of my life is over,” I tell her. I kind of like that she appears to care.
“What a grown woman saw in a fifteen year old …” she adds shaking her head. I hate all this deep and meaningful crap. It makes me feel uncomfortable.
“I guess I’m irresistible,” I say with a shrug. Her eyes narrow at my comment, making me smile.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“I bet you’d like to be full of me,” I say leaning into her space. The quips just roll off without my brain even engaging.
“You’re a pig,” she replies with disgust, shaking her head. And just like that all is right again. Things between us are back to the way they used to be. Just the way I like it.
Thankfully a few minutes later the waitress appears with our food. Now we can eat and stop all this damn talking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Indiana
I’m still confused about the afternoon I spent with Carter. Once we arrived back home, I left him to work on his car while I took Lassie for a walk. The whole time analysing everything that was said between us at the restaurant.
We’re still not what you’d class as friends, far from it. To be honest, I have no idea what we are. At least he let his guard down briefly, allowing me to get a glimpse of the real him. Of course his bastardry was back in full swing on the drive back home, which didn’t really surprise me.
To say I was shocked to find out he was paid for sex would be an understatement. His landlady sounds like a monster. A predator. She could go to prison for what she did. No matter what he thinks, a grown woman having sex with an underage boy is wrong on so many levels.
It also broke my heart. I love that he did it to help his mum, but I also hate that he had to do it in the first place. He acts like it was no big deal, but I’m sure there were times it wasn’t easy for him.
He shut me down when I asked about his father. There’s definitely a story there, but it’s his choice if he doesn’t wish to disclose it. I’m glad he and his mother no longer have to struggle. Mr. Shepard isn’t short of money. In my eyes that’s all he has going for him. I have no idea what Carter’s mother sees in him. He’s a tool.
My father and I say hello to be polite, but neither of us really like him. My dad nearly came to blows with him a few years ago when he verbally abused me and made me cry because Lassie defecated on his lawn. He’s a dog. That’s what dogs do.
When Lassie and I arrive back at the house, I find my dad and Carter with their heads buried under the hood of his car. I like that my dad is helping him. Since he doesn’t have a father and my dad doesn’t have a son, I think this will be good for them both. As long as Carter doesn’t continue to get me in trouble that is.
I can’t believe Brad said what he did. Well actually I can. He does have a bit of a reputation. I knew if we ever got together he’d expect sex. The fact that we’re not even dating and he planned to meet up just to get in my pants though, pisses me off. I can assure you he won’t be getting anything from me now.
••••
As the days pass, nothing really changes between us. Carter still insists I travel to and from school with him, even though he continues to be an arse ninety-nine percent of the time.
He hasn’t had a girl climb through his window since that skank. That’s a plus. I’m not sure why it pleases me, but it does. It’s not like we’re ever going to get it on.
Saturday rolls around fast. I get up early and take Lassie for a walk. When I arrive back home I run into Elizabeth, Carter’s mother. “Morning, Indiana,” she says as I walk down the driveway.
“Morning. You’re out and about early,” I say.
“I’m going to visit an old friend today. She lives a few hours away,” she replies, smiling pleasantly. I really like her. How she produced such a douche I’ll never understand.
“That’s nice. Have a nice day,” I tell her, returning the smile. “Drive safely.”
“Thank you. You too, sweetie.” She reaches out and gently grabs my arm as I go to walk away. “I’m glad you and Carter have become friends. He didn’t have many friends where we used to live,” she confesses. Why does that not surprise me? I just grin in response. I have no words. We’re far from friends but I can’t bring myself to say that to her.
After I take Lassie off his lead, I leave him to run around the back yard while I head inside for breakfast. Meg has finally been let off her grounding so she’s coming over to hang with me later. It’s going to be hot today. We’ll probably go swimming and do some sunbathing down by the lake.
Once I’ve eaten, I clean up my mess and head into my room to make my bed. Of course my betraying eyes find their way towards Carter’s bedroom window. Suddenly, his bedroom door flies open and he storms into his room. He must be in a mood today. Nothing out of the ordinary.