Sex in the Sky

Six months later, Jonathan sat at his Uncle’s desk with Tony seated right beside him who was showing him the various files contained on the hard drive of the computer. He was instructed, step by step, how to navigate each one and continue the orders and pay outs that would keep the business running.

It didn’t go unnoticed that many of the files had been removed, leaving only half of what had been there the last time Jonathan had tried to decipher the codes. But, he didn’t ask many questions knowing Tony would tell him if it were that important. And with the strange happenings that had been going on in the mansion since they had been there, he really didn’t need to ask. He assumed that Mr. Bowman must have made a special appearance of some kind to Tony and told him what to do and where to look.

For that matter, Jonathan had seen the particular disc that Tony had slipped into the drive prior to their session, but had thought it only contained a program for the computer. It made since though that if Mr. Bowman wanted to hide the code translations that he would do such a thing as write ‘word processor’ on the disc. So, he didn’t let it bother him at all that he had been fooled into thinking that, being it was what was supposed to be thought in the first place.

In the last six months, he had been undergoing rigorous therapy to regain the use of some of his other faculties. Walking was one of those that had plagued him to utter determination. He once confided to Tony that he would die first before he would be bound to a wheelchair – and so far, he had made good on that promise. The finite usage of his hands and fingers were being addressed as well. Just sitting at the computer operating the mouse had once been a frustrating task for the kid. But his resolution to be a whole man once again would not allow that to stop him at all.

Short-term memory problems had surfaced, causing the family to be even more patient with him. He would often forget things as soon as they were told to him, but had come to a mildly humorous solution by hanging a small notepad around his neck, with pen attached that he would scribble in when given important information. But then, if he could just remember to look at it once in a while, everything would be perfect.

All in all, it was getting better though. He was recalling more short-term information than he had been. Although, many days he just couldn’t remember anything at all. Most of the time, it just depended upon what mood he was in or how he felt that day.

Greg was away that morning, having gone to the hospital to check on an existing position he might be able to fill. Everyone had agreed that it would be good for the doctor to go back to work, utilizing his skills and at the same time, keeping him sane. At least the rest of them wouldn’t be blaming him for it being he was just practically bored slap out of his mind. So, driving the rest of them crazy seemed to be the most obvious thing for the doctor to do.

Tony had had his hands full with running the new club. It was almost obvious to them all that he might had found his new niche in the family and was enjoying it but seemed to miss using his other skills as a nursing bodyguard, and so forth. They all supported his tremendous efforts in getting the club up and back to running again.

The new club had all the amenities as the old one, minus the drugs and prostitution that was once in the background of running the place. It was also practically running itself. The profits each night were outstanding, given the new additions that Tony had basically thought up and implemented. It also added to the excitement of the place drawing in a larger crowd than what had been there before. It was beginning to be believed that a new building was in order. A multi-story building in that each floor would house a different genre of music thereby satisfying a greater number of patrons.

Peter had come to Tony about opening a P.I. service that would also help with some income to the family. Both of them were registered firearms experts as well as highly trained in detective work and other areas of investigation. It would give them a chance to utilize what skills they had accrued and also enjoyed.

It was discussed with the family during the dinner meal the night before to gain the feedback of the rest of the crew. Bruce suggested they should hire Jonathan to help with answering the phones and doing the office work at which the kid became a little nervous though excited to help whenever he could. Of course, Tony and Greg suggested that Bruce could also help by filling in as a secondary office person or even some legwork once in a while. It soon grew to include Greg as a fill in for medical situations. In the end, they all agreed it was a superb idea.

Someone knocked on the door as Tony was helping Jonathan with the business files. Jonathan, who was so enwrapped in his work, never heard the knock at the door. But, Tony called to whomever it was, bidding them to enter.

A tall man with short black hair and a dark tan entered the room dressed in a three-piece business suit. His gait was full and determined, though gracefully poised as if he had been reared from a very distinguished background. Long limbs added to the handsome man’s features that made Tony take notice of him right away. He rose slowly from where he had been sitting, as the man seemed resolute in coming into full view of Jonathan, if no one else.

Tony knew he had seen this man before, but couldn’t recall when or where. And it concerned him that the man had yet to speak a word to either him, or Jonathan, as he stepped further into the center of the room.

“May I help you?” Tony finally asked, drawing Jonathan’s attention from what he was doing.

“No, but I’ve come to see the boy,” the man stated with some finality.

The sound of his familiar voice rippled through Jonathan causing him to shudder. He looked up from the computer screen to see the man standing before him. At first he didn’t believe his eyes, having not seen the man since the first day they had returned to the mansion.

“I’ve received a very –” the man stopped abruptly for a moment looking away from Jonathan’s stare as if he didn’t even deserve to be seen by the kid. “…Strange visit from a mutual acquaintance,” he barely looked back at Jonathan to say. “It’s time we had a little discussion about your parents, Jonathan.”

“Don’t you think this is a little sudden?” Tony asked with deep concern.

Jonathan felt himself begin to tremble from the inside out. A line of perspiration formed over his upper lip, as he was suddenly flooded with overwhelming warmth that was almost nauseating to him. He placed his hand on the arms of the chair and attempted to stand – only to plop back down in the chair, as if his legs had no strength at all.

“Stay, Jonathan.” The man held up a hand to him and it was obvious this was most uncomfortable for the man. “Just sit still and try to relax. Do you need a drink, son?” the obvious concern in the man’s expression and in his voice caused Tony to suddenly look up at him not having expected it.

“I think I do,” Jonathan looked up at Tony who stood over him.

“Okay, baby,” the man leaned down planting his lips to Jon’s lovingly before he stood again and went to the bar.

“Mr. Preston,” Jonathan almost muttered inaudibly. “Who visited you?”

Joshua shifted from one foot to the other nervously it seemed. And it appeared he was trying to decide how to answer that question.

“Won’t you have a seat?” Jonathan then motioned to one of the two chairs that were facing the desk where Jonathan watched the man find the one closest to him to park in.

“I’m sorry this is such short notice, Jonathan. But the – ” Mr. Preston cleared his throat before continuing. “…The mutual acquaintance was quite adamant that I do this today.”

“I’ve never seen you like this before, Joshua. Did Jim scare you?” Jonathan looked up while he spoke, as Tony handed him the drink he had asked for.

“You could say that, yes,” Mr. Preston returned with a brief nod.

“So, you saw him, too?” Jonathan leaned on his arms on the desk still not having taken the first sip of his drink. His expression exuded a need for confirmation of what he had also seen on several occasions.

“Yes, Jonathan.” The man looked down as if he wanted to burst into tears. “I saw him, I felt him, I heard every word he spoke to me.”

“What did he do to you, Joshua?” Jonathan wanted desperately to come up out of the chair he sat in feeling a deep need to console the man across from him. He tried as hard as he could to stand up, yet his legs still wouldn’t cooperate with him. Finally, he looked up at Tony for assistance.

“Jonathan, just please,” Mr. Preston held up a hand. “Stay where you are. You’re fine right there,” he added.

“I need to stretch my legs, Joshua.” Jonathan was determined not to let the man placate him in any way. If he wanted to get up and walk around, he would – by God.

Tony helped Jonathan to his feet, then let the young man hold onto him while he slowly stepped from behind the desk to the chair beside Joshua. It was then that Mr. Preston noticed the boy’s new hair growth and that it had grown to shoulder length so quickly.

“You’re looking good, Jonathan. You’ve come a long way since your surgery,” Mr. Preston commented to the kid with a tender smile.

Tony listened as he went back to the desk to retrieve the drink he had made for Jonathan. He ambled back to where the boy was sitting and handed it to him. Then he stepped over to the far side of the office, near the balcony doors, picked up a chair that he carried back setting it down right beside Jonathan. Once he was seated, he leaned forward propping his forearms on his thighs to listen to the conversation.

“Thank you, Mr. Preston, ” Jonathan had smiled sheepishly while Tony was getting the chair. He looked down at his glass, which he realized he still hadn’t drunk from yet. Lifting it to his lips he took a couple swallows feeling the relaxing warmth of the alcohol almost right away.

“Jonathan, this isn’t going to be easy for you to hear –”

“You still haven’t answered my question, Joshua,” Jonathan cut him off deliberately wanting to know the entire truth from start to finish. “What did Jim do to you?”

“Now, Jonathan,” Mr. Preston half laughed, giving the young man a quirky little grin. It was one of those that Jonathan knew was a disapproving smile a parent would give. “Son, you know better than to interrupt someone when they’re talking.”

Tony chuckled, “he’s forgotten a few of his manners since he’s been out of the hospital.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just realized a few things is all.”

“Like what, Jonathan?” Mr. Preston’s professional attributes kicked in suddenly.

“Like how people take each other for granted, and that we don’t ask enough questions from our friends, who need us to ask every now and then, even if it does seem like prying. And that everything we do has a consequence, no matter if we realize, or believe that or not. And we all take life for granted, many think it useless and mundane, where others hate the lives they live and never work through what makes them feel that way. We’re all headed somewhere, whether we believe it or not. And from what I’ve seen, I want no part of that at all. None of us are perfect. We all make mistakes, some more than others do. But, it’s not our place to judge them for those mistakes.”

“Give him an hour and he’ll be finished, Joshua,” Tony jested.

The man laughed lightly, “I take it you’ve already heard all of this before.”

“More than once,” Tony laughed sitting back against the chair then propped an ankle on his thigh.

“Well, it does appear to have made a change or two in his thinking. And whatever it was, I’m sure served its purpose,” the man suggested seriously.

“Oh, it has, believe me,” Tony stated then. “He’s a changed man, now. Why, we don’t even have to fuss at him about eating anymore, except to just remind him once in a great while. But, that’s only because he’s gotten so busy doing something that he’s forgotten.”

“I heard you had a terrifying dream, Jonathan. And if it helped you, then I’m glad it happened, for your sake,” Joshua studied the young man thoroughly noticing he felt a bit uncomfortable being discussed so openly. “Jim came to see me last night. He was a little upset that I hadn’t told you about your parents the last time I was here,” he began to volunteer, veering them away from the prior subject.

“What happened?” Jonathan leaned forward a little; his expression was one of great interest.

“Oh, he did the old ghost, ball and chain, act to start with. I honestly think he was just having a little fun with me. And when I finally called his bluff, he politely picked me up and flung me across the room like the rag doll I was. Then he in no other terms informed me that I would tell you what he had done to your parents, or I would feel worse than that when he was finished with me.”

“What HE did to my parents?” Jonathan repeated a little surprised to hear it.

“Yes, what he did to your parents,” Joshua hung his head wishing it didn’t have to be told to the little man after all he had already been through.

“What did he do, Joshua?” the tone was one that suggested it wasn’t a request to know either.

“Jonathan, when you were five, he made an offer to your mother that she didn’t appreciate very much at all –”

“What offer, Joshua?” There was that tone again.

“Son, I will tell you what is pertinent for you to know. Other than that, forget it,” the man answered firmly.

Jonathan’s eyes cut to the man for a second, but seemed to cool almost instantly from the heated glance.

“Your mother and Jim once used to get along quite well when he would go to visit. And he did so often, bringing you little toys and her something special. He seemed to care a lot about her. I believe that he did. He just didn’t know how to control his temper, or his passions. He was never one to keep his thoughts or much else to himself.

“Of course, hubby found out about Jim’s proposition, becoming quite furious with the whole situation. He began to believe that there was more going on between Christy and her brother than there truly was. This became a problem when your father began to make accusations to Christy about Jim’s many visits.

“Jim being the honorable brother he was, came to her defense, facing your father about his accusations. Tensions were high and a lot of angry words were traded, when your father took a swing at Jim. Of course, Jim defended himself, but he had always been a little high strung. And I believe he never meant to actually kill your father at all.

“Christy became hysterical, threatening to call the police. Jim knew he would be hung from the highest tree if they ever caught him. He tried to plead with her to just give him a chance to get out of the country, but she was adamant that Jim had murdered your father in cold blood. In her upset, she found her a butcher knife that she came at Jim with, only she didn’t make it to him before she tripped over you landing on the knife.”

“She tripped over me?” Jonathan’s voice quivered with the pain he felt from hearing all of this news.

“Yes, it seems you were playing on the floor and why she didn’t notice you there when she came out of the kitchen, I don’t know. I’ve never understood that part of this story.”

“Jim told you this story?” Jon asked glancing askance over at Mr. Preston.

“Yes, he did,” the man nodded in confirmation while he replied.

“And you believed him?”

“I believe the first part, Jonathan. Your father called me that afternoon in a rage wanting to know if I had seen Jim at all and that he wanted a piece of him – ‘if he could find the snake’. And those were his words.

“As far as your mother, I’m not really sure I do believe it. I have my suspicions that something else occurred between your mother and her brother that caused Jim to have to defend himself again, or he lost his cool and killed her.” Mr. Preston sighed heavily. “It wasn’t until after it all happened that he began to change drastically. The man I used to know as Mr. James Bowman was never the same man again. Jonathan, your Uncle once loved people the way that I’ve seen in you. He was a gentle sort, but he didn’t take anything off of anyone, especially where his sister was concerned.”

“Joshua, where are my parents?” Jonathan asked with a deadly low tone that used to frighten Mr. Preston about Jim.

“Your Uncle is the only man that knows where their bodies were placed. You see, without a body of evidence, your parents were only listed as missing, but presumed dead – after a several weeks searching for them that came up empty.”

Jonathan grasped the arms of the chair, lifting himself up onto wobbling legs. Mr. Preston and Tony stood right away to assist the young man who drew back from Tony in obvious emotional duress. But, the man persisted, grasping Jonathan’s arm firmly, but not overly so, as the youth began to teeter backwards.

“Leave me alone, Tony,” he grumbled wanting desperately to be alone for a while. He needed to think through all of this and make up his mind what he would and wouldn’t believe for himself.

“Jonathan, you know the answer to that. Not on your life, especially when you’re upset,” Tony returned sternly.

The words were on his lips and tongue when Jonathan groaned long, fighting them back before he said something he truly didn’t mean. He pressed his hands into Tony’s chest giving the man a shove that didn’t amount to much at all. The man remained firmly placed where he stood, but grabbed Jonathan when he began to fall.

“Damn it, Jonathan. Don’t make me have to call Bruce and Peter in here! We’ll tan your hide, boy!” Tony reached down lifting the young man that had sat down on the carpeted floor. He pulled Jonathan to him holding him firmly to his body.

“Perhaps, you should, Tony,” Mr. Preston suggest then.

Tony nodded to the man as his lips drifted deep into the young man’s ear, “Jonathan, you know I love you and would never let anything happen to you. But, I’m also not going to be treated like this,” he whispered adamantly.

Jonathan then broke into sobs. He suddenly felt safe in Tony’s arms realizing he needed them, and to be near him. His body trembled as he embraced the man and buried his face in the Tony’s neck and shoulder. Holding on strongly, he knew it wouldn’t be long before the man would be forced to put him back in his chair, for his legs were most uncooperative – having no strength in them whatsoever.

Mr. Preston migrated to the door, leaving for a short time. When he returned, Bruce and Peter were right behind him. They entered the room silently, surrounding Tony and Jonathan in the event they might be needed for assistance. They all watched as Tony had sucked in his lower lip, biting down on it while he rubbed the young man’s back up and down. His arms strongly holding Jonathan to him and his head leaning against the youth’s.

In all of the riveting emotions that exuded from Jonathan at that moment, none of them ever noticed the presence that silently had entered the room with them. He stood in the darkest corner, an expression of tremendous pain written on his face. His eyes glistened in the low lighting of that corner of the room while he watched his nephew mourn as it should have been long ago.

How he wanted to hold Jonathan and help the young man through all of this, but he knew in the back of his mind that could never be. Jonathan would hate him the remainder of his days. The relationship they once had was finished, as was the new one that had been formed only recently. Their bond was broke by Jim’s treachery and lies. He would forever be bound where he was due to Jonathan’s unforgiving.

“That’s OK. I like seeing what you buy,” Jim said feeling uneasy about her reaction.

“I…….uh….have to go to the bathroom,” she said as she grabbed her book bag. She tossed it in her bedroom and moved into the bathroom.

Jim knew he shouldn’t do it but he had to see what all the secrecy was about. He jumped from the sofa and quickly moved into her bedroom. After opening the zipper he saw and looked down into the gold Victoria Secret bag and gasped.

Emily took her time in the bathroom hoping he would forget about looking at the clothing she had purchased. After finishing an article of her teen magazine she flushed, washed her hands and moved outside. She froze when she saw her book bag open and her clothing bags missing. “I can’t believe you took my clothing bags,” she said as she walked into the living room.

Jim held up the pink bra and panties. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Emily thought quickly. “After the party a few of us girls are going to have a slumber party. I…………..I mean we all sit around in our underwear and pajamas. Most of my underwear is old and…” Suddenly her eyes teared up and she started to cry. She didn’t want to complain to him about her lack of nice clothes because he had lost so much the past few years.

Jim felt about three inches high. “Oh God I’m such a jerk,” he whispered as he hugged her body into his. “I have to remember you are almost a woman now and you should have nice clothing. I wanted to surprise you but I got a promotion at the post office and will be making a lot more money.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “This is yours.”

“Oh Daddy. I love you so much.” Her tears turned to tears of joy.

*****

Brandon was sitting in the family room watching TV when he heard his father’s voice, “Brandon will you please come up here?”

“Sure………..what’s up?” He asked when he turned the corner only to see Missy’s father the Mayor standing there.

“Mr. Cameron,” Brandon said nervously.

“Hello Brandon,” the Mayor said without smiling or offering his hand to shake.

“The Mayor just told me that you broke up with his daughter,” Paul Cook said.

“Uh…….yes sir…..,” he said softly.

“Well Missy has taken it pretty hard,” Mayor Jack Cameron said. “She said you were pretty abrupt and didn’t even give her a chance to reconcile any problems you might have thought you two had.”

Brandon wanted to let the pudgy short and bald man have it but he held back because of his father’s business. “Sir, things haven’t been good for us for quite a while and……”

“Well I think you owe it to all of us if you would just give her a call and maybe get together this evening,” Paul said.

Brandon couldn’t take any more. “You know my dating Missy was arranged in the beginning and it was a mistake then. I’m sorry sir but I think it’s best for all of us if we just stop it right now.” He turned and moved back down the stairs. A few minutes later he could hear the Mayor speaking loudly and then heard the front door close. His father walked down a few minutes later.

“You broke up with her because she wouldn’t let you fuck her?”

“That’s not it,” Brandon said calmly as he gripped the football tightly in both hands. “To be truthful Missy only cares about herself.”

“Well fuck son. What am I going to do about the contracts I have with the city?”

“I’m sorry Dad but I can’t do it any longer.”

“No but you can date some trailer trash girl from Jacob Creek?”

That was it for Brandon as he rose and stood five inches over his father. “You know I’ve always been proud of you. Until now.” He moved by him and their shoulders smacked firmly together.

“Me too,” Brandon heard his father say as he moved up the stairs. He needed to talk to someone and found his car heading over the hill to Jacob Creek.

*****

Maggie had just finished her work shift at the gas station when she noticed the black sports car pull up. “Well look at that,” she said to the man who was taking the next shift. “I’ll help him.”

“Hello,” Maggie grinned as she walked up to his car. “Fill er’ up?”

“Oh hi Maggie,” Brandon said. “Actually I was looking for Emily.”

“I thought the date was tomorrow night?” Maggie asked suspiciously.

“It’s is but I………I guess I should just go back up the hill.”

“No………..wait,” Maggie said. She knew Emily would kill her if she had sent him away. “Let me give her a call and see if she can see you.” Maggie knew Emily was ashamed of her mobile home.

As Brandon waited in his car Maggie quickly called Emily’s cell phone. She answered on the second ring. “Hello.”

“Em……..it’s me. Brandon is down at the station looking for you.”

“Now?”

“Yes now. He wants to see you.”

“Oh God,” Emily said as she looked at her image in the window next to her bed. “I’m a mess.”

“What do you want me to tell him?”

“See if he can wait about fifteen minutes. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Emily said before hanging up and running into the bathroom. After washing her face and combing her hair she ran back into the bedroom and pulled off her nightshirt. She thought about putting on her new underwear but didn’t. A few minutes later she moved into the living room. “Dad I’m going down to Maggie’s for a few minutes.”

“What?” Jim asked when she woke him up. “Ok……..just don’t be too late.” He quickly fell back to sleep.

Emily put her track shoes on and ran down the dirt road about ¾ of a mile. She saw his car when she turned the curve and started walking slowly. When he saw her he moved out of his car and walked up to her. “Thanks for coming out.”

“Is there something wrong?” she asked hoping that he had not gone back with Missy and was breaking their first date.

“Well…..sorta but….” He looked over his shoulder at Maggie who was standing near them trying to listen. “Can we go somewhere?”

“Uh……” Emily remembered her father’s warnings about getting into a car with someone she really didn’t know. “Why don’t you leave your car here and we can walk down to the elementary school?”

“Sure,” Brandon answered. He went back into his car and as he parked it next to the garage Maggie ran over to Emily. “What is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Emily answered. “He wants to talk?” She lifted her shoulders.

“Do you want me to follow you?”

“No, we are just going to the school to talk. I’ll be OK.”

Brandon walked back over to the two girls and then walked next to Emily about a ¼ mile away to the school. “Are you OK?” Emily asked.

Brandon smiled. “I am now. I’ve found someone who really cares if I’m OK.” He realized they were now out of site of the garage and reached down to take her hand in his. “Thanks for coming out tonight.”

“I was bored anyway,” Emily grinned. She rubbed her small thumb over the back of his strong hand and felt her body heating up again. A few minutes later she led him to the playground and to the swings. She didn’t want to let his hand go but did when she sat in one swing and he in the other. “So welcome to Jacob Creek.”

“I’ve been here a few times,” Brandon grinned. “I never really had much reason until now.”

Emily blushed at his reference to his desire to see her. She wanted to ask him why he was there but waited. Finally after a few quite minutes he said, “Missy’s father came by my house tonight.”

“The Mayor?”

“Yeah……..big deal……Mayor of Glendale,” Brandon laughed. “She told him that I broke up with her without giving her or us a chance to reconcile our differences.” He realized that maybe Emily didn’t want to hear about Missy. “I’m sorry. I know Missy is not your favorite person right now.” He had heard about their verbal exchange in the locker room. “She shouldn’t have said what she said about you.”

“That’s OK.” Emily smiled. “People who really know me know that it’s not true.”

“How come I’ve……….I mean……..we have……never……..you know….talked?”

Emily laughed. “I’m a Creeker and you are a Hiller.”

“I know but I have some friends down here that played on the football team.”

“How many Hiller guys date Creeker girls?” Emily asked. “Or even Hiller girls date Creeker guys?”

“That’s pretty bad isn’t it?”

“It goes both ways,” she said as she jumped off the swing and moved over to a wooden bench by the slide. “A lot of my girlfriends wouldn’t think of dating a Hiller guy.”

“Why not?” Brandon asked while moving next to her on the bench.

“Let’s see,” Emily said as she patted her index finger on her lips. “Hiller guys are conceded, have big egos and are normally into themselves. Did I miss anything?”

“Uh………no,” he grinned. “Do you think I’m like that?”

She reached down and took his hand in hers again. “If I did I wouldn’t be here right now.” Suddenly their eyes locked and their heads moved closer and closer until his lips pressed against hers.

Emily didn’t have any sexual experience but could kiss with the best of them. He was patient by not trying to french her but she wasn’t. It was her narrow hot tongue that licked across his lower lip until his mouth opened just enough for her tongue to dash inside.

After dating Missy for so long Brandon had forgotten how exciting it was to kiss and to let the girl know how much he enjoyed kissing her. Emily’s lips and tongue quickly had him aroused and breathing heavily. Finally after two minutes of deep wet kissing she pulled her lips from his.

“Jesus,” he said while smiling and taking a deep breath.

Emily giggled at his reaction and peeked down at the swollen member pushing up on his jeans. “I’m glad you came by tonight.”

“I told my father and the Mayor that Missy and I are through,” he said as he caressed the tiny blonde hairs on her forearm.

“That tickles,” she giggled however she didn’t stop him as his fingers moved slowly up her arm onto her covered shoulder and then slowly up her soft neck. “That……..feels good,” she purred. They played with her earlobe and then moved over her cheek to her closed lips. She kissed the fingertips before they continued to her other ear. He was quickly turning her on and getting her passions up to where his were. As his fingers moved down her neck towards her other shoulder his wrist brushed against her right breast. She gasped and he quickly pulled his arm and hand away.

“Sorry………I wasn’t…….trying to……”

Emily had dreamed of this moment for so long and now that it was here it was moving too fast for her. “I know,” she whispered. “Let’s talk some more.”

Brandon smiled and leaned back with his hands behind his head. “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about Brandon,” she whispered as she took his arm and pulled it over her head and down her shoulder. “What do you like and dislike?”

“Let’s see……..I like football and basketball……..and pizza and….video games. I………uh………..dislike…..mean people and liars and ……………Mayors. Emily laughed and took his hand over her shoulder and brought it up to her lips. She kissed the tips of each finger. “Is that all you like?”

“No…..,” he grinned as he moved his face down to look into her eyes. “I like you.”

Again Emily blushed because she had never really had that serious of a boyfriend before. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough and when I was having a hard time at home tonight the only person I could think of was you,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and again moved his soft lips to hers. This time their tongues met at their lips and moved aside to allow the other intruder in.

Emily was lost in her passions as they turned their bodies to get closer. She moved her hand out to pull his hips into hers when her fingers pressed into his hard-on. Her eyes opened and her tongue moved back but he would not let her go. She quickly moved her hand from his crotch and returned her tongue into his lips. It took three minutes this time before they broke apart. “I didn’t mean to….” She said blushing.

“I know,” Brandon laughed. Then she laughed. It was then Maggie ran up onto the school yard.

“Emily your dad is looking for you.”

“I better go,” Emily grinned as she stood and took his hand. “I live up this way.” She pointed to the hollow behind the school.

“Thanks for coming out and seeing me,” he whispered. He wanted one more kiss before they parted but Maggie stood there gawking.

“Uh Maggie………” Emily said as she pulled out of his arms.

“Sorry,” Maggie smiled as she turned and looked away.

Emily melted into his big arms and body and felt his hard penis right away. Her body would not allow her to pull away so she pressed into it harder until she measured its length. It was huge.

Brandon also was surprised at the large breasts now pressing into his muscular chest. Her baggy clothes had definitely hidden her assets. As their tongues danced together one last time that night their hands and fingers explored each other’s backs but above the waistline.

“Ah hem,” Maggie said after another minute had passed.

Emily broke away and whispered. “I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”

“Me too,” he whispered back. He turned and moved back down the road to the gas station.

As soon as he was out of sight Maggie smiled. “Did you see how big he is?”

“No,” Emily lied. “Why do you have to make everything relate to sex?”

“Tell me your panties are not wet,” Maggie giggled.

Emily wanted to lie but couldn’t. “Well……….just a little.”

“Right.”

When Emily walked into her mobile home she found her father sitting up. “Why did you call Maggie?”

“Your cell is on the counter in the kitchen. You never leave without it and why didn’t you get on the phone when I talked to Maggie?”

“I walked down to the gas station for some gum. Maggie had to finish the dishes.” She lied. It was the second lie she had told him that day and she couldn’t remember the last time she had lied to him.

“Sorry but………you know I worry about you,” he said. “Tomorrow night I’m going over to Bobby’s house to play some poker.”

“I remembered,” she smiled. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight daddy.”

“Goodnight peaches.”

Emily moved into her bedroom and locked her door. She didn’t even look for her nightgown as she quickly stripped and moved under her covers completely naked. Her mind thought back about how hard and stiff he was when she accidentally touched it and how long it felt pressing against her stomach. Her fingers parted her blonde bush and toyed with her raised clitoris until she was ready to cum. Never before had it been so good and so exciting.

Brandon too was in his shower thinking about Emily’s hot kisses and soft breasts. His eyes were closed as he imagined sucking on her hard tips and caressing her round ass. But most of all he imagined being naked with her in a bed hugging and touching. He only lasted a couple of minutes before the hot spray washed away his spunk.

*****

The next morning Brandon hopped down the stairs in the best mood he had been in for quite a while. He hoped his father was not around and smiled when he saw his mother at the table. “Hi Ma.”

Sylvia looked up when her son walked in and saw the smile on his face. “What are you so happy about?”

“Didn’t Daddy tell you?”

“Well yes but I got the impression you were having a hard time.”

“No he’s having the hard time because he’s only worried about losing the construction contracts. I guess those are more important than my happiness.”

Sylvia smiled because she had never really liked Missy anyway and knew the girl was all about herself. “I’m glad you are happy. Now tell me about this……..other girl.”

He grinned and pulled a bagel from the large basket on the table. “I have never met anyone like her before. She’s up front with you and has a great smile and I just really like being with her.”

Sylvia grinned because it was the first time she had seen his eyes sparkle just from talking about a girl. “I’ll talk to your father.”

“Thanks Mom,” he said while leaning over to kiss her cheek. “You know I think I like Emily because she reminds me of you.”

Sylvia felt her eyes tearing up. “Well she must be nice.”

“She is.” Brandon jumped up and moved into the game room to play some video games to get his mind off of Emily.

*****

Emily slept in the next morning until she heard her father tapping on her door. “Emily can I come in?” She pulled the sheet up over her nakedness and watched the doorknob turning. “Give me a minute!” She yelled.

Jim stood outside wondering why she had locked her door. A few minutes later the door opened and she stood there in a long blue terrycloth robe. “You are locking your door now?”

“I……uh….was trying on clothes.” Again she lied.

“Well……I just wanted to tell you that your mother called this morning and she wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to her,” Emily snapped back. Since her mother left her father for another man Emily had only spoken to her about five times.

“She said she has broken it off with Bill and is living alone downtown. She wants to meet with you for lunch sometime.”

“I don’t want to speak to her,” Emily said firmly.

“Emily she left me not you,” Jim said standing in her doorway. “She felt it was best that you stayed here with me and all of your friends.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good.”

*****

It didn’t take the Mayor long to get the city engineer to call Jim and tell him he did not get the large drinking water plant contract. Jim had not gotten much sleep the night before because of what his son had said about not being proud of him. He definitely regretted what he had said back to him. He knew he should have cooled down but his temper got the best of him as he shoved open the Mayor’s door.

Mayor Cameron pushed his chair back when he saw Jim barge in. “What do you want?”

Jim leaned across this desk and looked the small bald man eye to eye. “I just wanted you to know I’m glad my son dumped that stuck up princess of yours. And, I want you to also know that I know all about your brother in law getting the waste disposal contract.”

“How dare you come in here and threaten me. I can have you arrested.”

“I don’t think you want to bring the law into this,” Jim grinned before backing away. He looked at the picture of Brandon and Missy on the Mayors bookshelf and picked it up. As he pulled off the back and took out the print he said, “I’m proud of my son for doing something he should have done a long time ago.” With that he ripped the photo in half and took the half with his son on it.

Mayor Cameron looked down at the torn photo on his desk of his daughter Missy as Jim turned and walked out.

*****

Maggie stood behind Emily as they combed their hair for about the tenth time that afternoon. “God I feel like this is my first date,” Maggie giggled.

“It is the first one I’ve had with someone I really like,” Emily added.

“Let’s put on our new undies,” Maggie giggled again.

Before Emily could answer she looked into mirror and saw Maggie pull off her tee shirt and sports bra. Two small but perfectly shaped breasts appeared with two hard cherry red nipples in the centers. “I wish mine were as big as yours.”

“I have always wished for smaller ones,” Emily blushed as she pulled off her shirt and bra. “I know they slow me down some when I run.” Both sets of eyes looked at the 36C mounds and large light pink areoles.

“I’ll bet Brandon likes them tonight.”

“Would you stop? This is our first date and he won’t be seeing these tonight,” Emily smiled.

“I spoke with Bud this morning and he said they want us to come over to Bud’s house tonight because his parents are out of town.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Emily said before unsnapping her shorts and pushing them and her plain white panties down over her pink hips. When she stood back upright Maggie was also naked showing her newly trimmed light brown bush. “When did you do that?”