Jeana didn’t recognize where we were or understand why we had parked here but were sitting in the car. I turned to her and said, “Jeana, this is actually very painful and very personal. I have to ask you, please, not to tell anybody what I am about to tell you. Nobody, not your friends, and certainly not your parents, and I can’t tell you why until you agree.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, confusion tinting her voice.
“I know, but I am asking you to trust me. Can you trust me?”
She nodded slightly. “Yes.”
I nodded in return. I pointed out the windshield at the house. “That is my parent’s house. I grew up in that house, but I moved out a week ago. I have my own apartment now. I live on my own.”
“I don’t understand! What do you mean you moved out? You don’t live at home? You’re only sixteen.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m only sixteen. My brother — I think I’ve mentioned he’s a real pain?” She nodded agreement. “My brother, he’s more than a pain. He’s actually somewhat unstable. He’s dangerous, or at least with me he is. I had to move out, for my own safety. I made an agreement with my folks to move to an apartment in town. I moved out a week ago.”
Jeana looked shocked. “Can’t you go to the cops? About your brother, I mean.”
I shrugged and gave her a wry grin. “If only it was that simple.” I put the car in Drive. “Come on, let me show you where I live now.” We drove back over towards school, and I parked in my slot at the side of the garage. “I live upstairs.”
“Can I see it?”
“Sure. Just don’t tell your parents. They won’t be happy about any of this.”
I don’t think she actually believed me until I unlocked the door to the apartment and let her in. I played the gracious host, taking her coat and ushering her to an armchair in my living room area. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Jeana smiled. “What do you have?”
“That’s actually a very good question.” I opened up the refrigerator and peered in. “There’s some Coke… some OJ… a couple of beers…” I glanced over at her. “I don’t think your parents want me taking you home smelling like either a brewery or a distillery.”
“You’ve got beer!?” she asked, shocked.
“Liquor, too, if you’re interested. I suspect your parents will send us both to jail if they found out, so please don’t tell them,” I replied. I pulled out some Cokes. “How about a Coke? Then you can tell me what you like and the next time you visit I’ll have something for you.”
She nodded and I poured some Coca Cola over ice for us. I brought it over and sat down on the couch facing her. “Not exactly what you expected, is it?”
Jeana drank some of her Coke and then came over and sat next to me on the couch. “Talk to me. Tell me what happened.”
“Oh, Christ, what happened? Okay, you asked. Don’t say I never warned you.” I lay back against the arm of the couch and Jeana cuddled up against me, and looked up at me with those brown eyes. I told her most of it, though I left out the part about Hamilton dumping the rubbers at the table. I really didn’t think that was a good topic to bring up with a young virgin I was planning on seducing.
She was silent at the end, and I wondered if I had put her to sleep, but then she stirred and crawled up my body and kissed me. “I am so sorry. What can I do to help?”
Oh, Jeana, if you only knew. “You help just be being here. That’s all I need.”
“So why all the secrecy?” she asked.
“What do you think is going to happen when everyone in the world knows I am living on my own? Do you think your parents are going to let you come over here to visit? Do you think half the school is going to think they can come over here to party all the time? Can you think of anything positive that will result?”
“Do you really think that will happen?”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea! I’d never get anything done! And do you really think your parents are going to approve of this?”
She smiled ruefully at that. “Well, probably not.”
“Probably? Do you think there is any possibility whatsoever that your father would want you to be alone in my apartment on my couch while I was doing wicked things with you?” I leaned my face down to kiss her on the lips.
Jeana moaned slightly and crawled higher up, and in doing so my cock stiffened. It was my turn to start groaning. “How wicked?”
“Wicked, wicked, wicked…” I held her tightly and we began making out on the couch. If I have to spend my life alone, I definitely prefer it to be with a cuddly and beautiful young woman. I didn’t get too ‘fresh’ with her, limiting my hands to roaming all over her back and rear. I did determine she was wearing a rather substantial bra with a rear buckle, but hey, Jeana was packing some serious hooters; she needed a serious bra. We kissed with a lot of tongue action and some mutual groans and moans for about an hour, and then I rolled off her and took several deep breaths while sitting on the floor.
“Honey, we keep going like that, I’m not going to get you home until it is way too late!”
Jeana was breathing just as hard, and looked at least as flustered as I did. “I think we should go.”
I just nodded and pointed her towards the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face at the kitchen sink, and then used the bathroom after she got out. When I exited the bathroom, I found her standing in the doorway to my bedroom. “Is that where I get to find out about the Carl Buckman Experience?” she asked.
I just groaned and rolled my eyes. “You keep kissing me like earlier, and you’ll get that experience sooner than you think.”
“I just think the bed might be more comfortable.”
“Is that an invitation?” I asked.
Jeana blushed. “Not just yet!”
I grabbed her coat. “Then don’t tease! Let’s get you home before I regret letting you go.”
I got her home in time for dinner, explaining that I had taken Jeana over to the house, which was technically true. I didn’t stick around, but went home and made myself some canned beef stew. Then I did a shitload of homework and went to bed.
I called home the next afternoon. It took me two tries, since the first time Hamilton picked up, hung up, and took the phone off the hook. Fifteen minutes later I called back, and Suzie answered. She bellowed for Mom, and a moment later I heard the click as Mom picked up the phone, and then a second click as Suzie hung up. “Hello?”
“Hi, Mom.”
“Carling! It’s so good to hear from you. How are you? Are you ready to end this foolishness and move back home yet?”
Trust my mother to blow off my moving out as foolishness. Just then, to act as a counterpoint to her argument, I heard another click on the line. “No, Mom, I’m not moving home.” I raised my voice. “Hamilton, hang up the phone. It’s very rude.”
I could suddenly hear the telephone being muffled, and a faint “Hamilton, are you on the phone?!” being called out. There was another click on the line, and Mom called out a second time, and then she said, “Carl, nobody was on the line. Stop picking on your brother like that!”
“Right, Mom. Here’s another good story — the check is in the mail.”
“Carling, stop it!”
I shrugged to myself. “Okay, Mom, the reason I called was to see if you and Dad were going to be home on Sunday.”
“Where else would we be? Why?”