Chapter 8: In Your Room

I stood outside of Cindy King’s house. I’d run there from my neighbor’s house — it was less than a quarter mile, so most of the moisture on my face was tears, not sweat. I stopped on the sidewalk leading up to the front door and caught my breath, wondering if this was really a good idea.

I had watched as my lover Janet had been beaten and fucked by her husband, and then she’d thrown me out of her house instead of coming with me. And my response? To run to my girlfriend’s house in a fit of panic. We did have a date tonight, at least.

Cindy was my girlfriend? Well, maybe not. We’d only dated a few times, but we’d done sexual things, just not real sex. I was a mystery to her — I regularly bought condoms from the drug store where she worked, and she wanted to know who I was using them with. And to take advantage of the skills I’d learned with an older woman, I guess. If she knew where I’d run from, she’ know the answer. I even had the condoms I’d packed to fuck Janet with in my pocket.

Not that I’d tell Cindy, I couldn’t. Janet would get into too much trouble, and I just thought it wasn’t right for a guy to “fuck and tell.”

Janet was married, and she was in her twenties. I was only fifteen, and she could get in trouble if I told. I had to protect her; I was in love with her. And now it seemed like I had to protect her from her husband, too. I had no idea what was going on, I was lost, and I couldn’t find comfort in my real family. Cindy at least knew something was going on and seemed to like me.

Her parents were gone, as was the plan. She was sitting her nine-year-old sister, who would have an early bedtime tonight, probably. And her parents— it was promised— would have a late one. I brushed the sweat off my brow and hoped Cindy wouldn’t notice what a mess I was.

I walked up to her door and knocked.

A minute later the door swung open and a Cindy’s little sister, Candy, answered it. “Hey, Brian!” she said. “CIIIIIINDDY” she turned and shouted. “Your BOYFRIEND is here!” She held the door open, and I stepped inside, letting it close behind me. The cool air conditioning of her house made my skin feel a bit clammy, and my face felt stretched and weird from dried tears.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Cindy shouted as she ran up. “Not yet anyway,” she said quietly, winking at me.

“Ewww!” Candy said, and ran back into the house.

Cindy looked at me. “Are you okay, CB?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “I just ran over here.”

“Right,” she said. “And your allergies are all acting up, and that’s why your eyes are red?”

“I’m sure,” I said firmly. She knew I was lying, but didn’t press.

“You need some time alone?” she asked. “I only want you here if you want to be. And if you’ll let me pump you for, err, information.” She took my arm in hers, and it felt good right then to be touched by someone, even if I knew she had ulterior motives. I just pulled her to me, and let out a deep sigh I didn’t know I’d been holding in.

“I’ll be fine,” I smiled. “I really need to be somewhere other than home right now, and this is great.”

“Cool,” she said. “Now, Condom Boy, since you ran over here, do you want a shower?”

“Are you telling me I need a shower?”

“Do you want to get laid?” She asked. I laughed at her as she pushed me away.”Go! Upstairs, first room on the left. I’ll order pizza while you shower, and we’ll eat after, okay?”

Showering in a stranger’s home was a bit weird. Other than one time at Janet’s, I’d always showered at home. Some part of me was aware that I barely knew Cindy, but here I was getting naked in her home while her parents weren’t around.

You bet your ass I was hard. Like diamond.

I was emotionally drained, too. The tears had done that. It had flowed out while I ran. While I wasn’t okay with what I’d seen, and had no idea what I was going to do, at least I wasn’t shaky anymore. I knew I loved Janet and wanted to protect her. The rest could come later.

I turned on the Kings’ shower and slipped in. I let the water fall on my back, massaging it, and washing away the tension. I turned and faced up into the spray, and felt the water wash away the tightness on my face and the traces of my tears.

The sound of the water reminded me that when I’d run, Janet’s husband had been in the shower. She’d been on the bed, her ass had been red and bruised. Her face was slack and she was zoned out, but not so much that she couldn’t tell me to get out. So I got.

I shook my head in the shower, and turned back around. I needed to get it out of my head. I saw movement through the glass doors, and then the door was sliding open. Cindy stood there naked. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a utilitarian ponytail.

“We have like ten minutes,” she said. “Up for a blowjob and three questions?”

“Does that count as one of them?”

“Nope,” She said and stepped into the shower. “Don’t get my hair wet,” she said, and sank to her knees. She didn’t put her hands on my cock, instead she set them on my thighs to keep her balance in the slippery tub. She did use her mouth, though, putting just the tip of my cock into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue.

She moved only slightly up and down my cock, sliding her lips over the head and then off again. Her tongue danced around the tip and while it all felt good it wasn’t going to go anywhere quickly. “Suck it all,” I said. She ignored me. “I thought you said we only had ten minutes,” I prodded.

She pulled off of me with a pop. “You’re desperate to be in debt to me, aren’t you? You could enjoy this and maybe you won’t have to reveal your secrets. But the sooner you come the sooner I get to figure out your secret.” She slid her lips back over the tip again, and just kept teasing me with it.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore — maybe it was involuntary, like a spasm, or maybe it wasn’t — I thrust my hips a bit and my cock slid into her mouth a ways. It was warm and wet and felt so good after the teasing. It felt so good I did it again, only this time on purpose. My cock slid to the back of her throat. She gagged a bit, mostly in surprise, and my next thrust wasn’t quite so deep.

But it was oh so good.

Her hands wrapped around my thighs but they didn’t push me away. I kept my thrusts up. It felt maybe not quite like heaven, but like the only heaven I’d had that day. All the shit from my day balanced against a blowjob in the shower — I could accept that. I thrust back and forth and could feel my cock strain, ready to come. “I’m going to come,” I said. I thrust again, and there it was. I pushed into Cindy’s mouth and came against the back of her throat.

She pulled of me then, and coughed a bit. Post-come I felt a bit of remorse, “I’m sorry,” I said.

She just shook her head. “Sometimes the lady wants the date to take control,” she said. “But ask next time, okay?” I nodded, reassured that she was talking about a next time.

She slipped back out of the shower and began drying off. I quickly soaped up and rinsed off. When I got out she was sitting — still naked — on the counter.

She still had a bit of my come on her chin and she wiped it off and swallowed it down. “Yummy blowjob,” she said.

“I hope you don’t think that I think that counts as getting laid,” I said.

“No,” she laughed. “Give me some credit, Condom Boy.”

“So when does that happen? Because I’m ready if you are.” I asked.

She smiled and blushed. “You see this?” she said, grabbing her crotch. “You get to put that in here when you tell me your secret.”

“Does your figuring it out count, too?”

“If I say no will you just tell me?”

I laughed. “No.”

“Then, yeah, it counts too. You must be good,” she said. “Because you keep buying condoms. That’s what I’m counting on.”

I almost told her then. In some ways, despite the big secret between us, I felt like I could trust Cindy. It was probably the orgasm talking, but the truth is it would have been a relief, to tell her what was going on and to have someone else know what I’d seen. “Well, I look forward to you figuring it out, then. Because guys can’t tell; it’s not right.”

“Well, it’s time for my questions then,” she said.

“Pizza’s here!” Candy shouted from downstairs.

“Well, shit,” Cindy said.

“Saved by the bell,” I laughed..

“Oh you’re not off the hook yet, CB. I have my ways, I may even get some more questions out of you yet tonight.”

“Look forward to it,” I said. We quickly got dressed and went down to watch TV.

I came downstairs. Candy was on a big beanbag chair, and Cindy had spread the pizza, along with some soda on the table in front of the sofa. “‘Big’ is on HBO,” she said. “I figured that was good for us.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. We cuddled up on the couch, ate pizza, and watched Tom Hanks play around at FAO Schwarz. Cindy leaned on me, and Candy ignored us. We didn’t do anything, just hung out and watched TV. No secrets, no sex, no weird complications. It was really nice. I almost forgot about my craptacular day.

By the time the movie was over Candy was snoring quietly on her beanbag. Cindy cuddled next to me, and I had my arm around her. It was nice and comfortable. We sat there for a while, quiet, watching the credits roll. Cindy turned to me. “I need a favor,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Can you carry Candy up to bed, and tuck her in? She can sleep in what she’s wearing.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I just don’t want to wake her up.”

We disentangled ourselves, and I went over to the sleeping girl, and picked her up. A year ago I wouldn’t have been able to do that, but I’d been working so hard and had started growing. Now it was easy. I carried her upstairs, and Cindy followed behind me. She told me which room to go in, and I tucked the 8-year-old into her bed. I’d done it for Amy enough times.

I left her room, and Cindy called out. “I’m in here.” I went into her room and saw her there, lying on her bed completely naked. “You have too many clothes on,” she said. I laughed and stripped out of my clothes.

She watched me as I stripped, lust in her eyes. Her legs separated as I stripped, and her hand slipped down to her pussy and started rubbing it as I kicked off the last of my clothes. “Let me help you with that,” I said, and slid on her bed between her legs..

I crawled into the bed, and slid my hands under her asscheeks. I pulled her pussy to my lips and slid my tongue up and down over it. “Oh my God,” she said. “You’re going to…” I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and her words became moans. I remembered then that we hadn’t done this before, I’d just fingered her in her car, and she’d given me a few of blowjobs.

I smiled to myself and went to work. I tried a few things Janet liked, and some of those Cindy seemed to really like. I tried small variations of those things and soon she was writhing beneath me. I was glad I had a firm grip on her ass so I could keep my focus on what I was doing. Her hands found my head, and pulled me in, and I kept licking and teasing her. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on it, and that’s when she started to really lose it.

“Like that,” she said. “Oh, God, yes, like that.” I kept up the work, and she pulled me in even tighter with her one hand. The other she bit on so she wouldn’t make too much noise. I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue, and then she was rubbing her pussy against my face. She fucked my face with her pussy, lost in her own lust and desire. I did what I could to keep up the work, but by then she was just using me to get off.

I let her until she let out a low “Nnnnngh” muffled by her teeth clamping down on her finger. Then she pushed me away and I finally got to breathe again.

“Oh, Brian,” she said. “No one has ever…”

I slid up in bed beside her, and she turned so I could hold her. I wrapped my arms around her, one arm under her head; the other hand cupping one of her breasts. She took my cock and pointed it up, away from her pussy, and let it nestle between her asscheeks. “You liked that, huh?”

“I am very grateful to your teacher.”

“Me too,” I said sadly.

“I have an…informational question that is not one of my three questions. You don’t have to answer it, but you probably won’t regret it if you do.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I wasn’t going to bring them, but they were in my pocket when I ran over here.”

“So you went to see her before you came over here,” she said. “Thanks for saving me one of my questions, CB.”

“I was distracted,” I said, squeezing her breast, and rubbing my cock against her ass.

“You were crying on the way over here; is it because you can never see her again?”

“No,” I said. “I can see why you might think that, though.” I teased her nipple with my hand, and thrust against her. Talking about Janet didn’t really put me in the mood right now; it was more a way to keep me distracted from what happened earlier today.

“Hmm,” she said. “Tell me, then, Brian. Were you crying because of something you witnessed, while you were in her house?”

“That’s very specific,” I said.

“I may have other sources of information,” she said. She rolled away from me, turning to face me. “Answer the question.”

For a minute, I was right back there, in the closet, listening to him beat her, listening to beg him to stop. “Yeah,” I said. The sound out of my mouth was hollow. Cindy moved toward me, and pushed me onto my back. My cock was still hard, and pointed to the sky. She ignored it and rolled half on top of me, one leg between mine.

“Tell me, Brian. One last question. Are you in love with her?”

She hovered over me as she asked, her tits hung down over my chest. Some of her hair was sweaty and stuck to her temples, but other parts cascaded down by her face. Her hands were under my armpits on either side of my chest, and her gaze was locked with mine. I swallowed. I took a deep breath. “I am,” I said.

I didn’t just love Janet, I was in love with her. And I’d left her there, with Nathan, the man who beat her. And I was lying, naked with another woman. I didn’t have exclusivity with Janet — obviously far from it — but she was the one I loved. Cindy was just what? My girlfriend, maybe? Or maybe I was just a mystery she had to solve.

“I’m in love with her,” I said, and the tears started. “What am I doing here? I should be protecting her, not here. Not here.”

Cindy kissed one of the tears away. Her body felt good next to mine, comforting on one level and completely wrong on another. “I’m sorry Cindy,” I sniffled. “He beat her. He beat her, and I watched, and I did nothing.” My body shook as I said it, the tears flowing. Cindy stayed on top of me, but instead of hovering over me, she lay down on me, and her arms wrapped around my back.

Her face was next to mine and she kissed my tears. She let me sob as she held me. She whispered to me that it was okay, to let it out, to let it go. As I quieted down she whispered one other thing to me. “It’s okay Brian, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not what you think, not abuse.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I said. I felt awful and drained and even more confused.

“Because,” she said. “I know who she is, and I can tell you what’s going on.”