Chapter 2
I woke up and sat up in my bed. My dreams had ensured I couldn't forget about the happenings of the previous day. My neighbor, Debbie Stevens, a divorced mother, had invited me over for dinner, and once her kids were occupied she'd lured me upstairs, pushed me into her room and had sex with me. To make matters worse, she'd informed me that if I didn't want the entire neighborhood believing I'd forced myself on her, as opposed to the reverse, I was going to keep satisfying her.
Oh, and I had to start being a good role model for her sons, and help her daughter get her grades up....
I climbed out of bed and began to dress.
Her daughter....
Kennedy Stevens was a flirt and a tease at best and a problem at worst. She had been just as bad as her mother at flaunting her admittedly attractive body for me. But the eighteen-year-old's mother had informed me that if she found out I had so much as touched her daughter inappropriately, she had assured me I would not like the result.
That was one reason I had decked out my new home in surveillance cameras. Maybe, if I could keep her calm long enough, I could show her video to prove I wasn't trying anything.
I brushed my teeth and pulled a comb through my hair. I never really had all that much to do with my hair, my style was pretty close to how it naturally sat, but I did want to look presentable.
I'd told Debbie that I just wanted to find a girl, get married and start a family, and that was true. I had a good job, making good money, and had bought a house I could have a couple of kids in and stick around until they got through high school. I didn't want anything complicating that, but my neighbors seemed dead set on complicating everything about my life.
I didn't know what else to do, so I had to play along for now. Much to my frustration, that meant brushing up on high school math and science so I could help Kennedy when she came over after school. I hated that I was having to get back into the bullshit of the school system, but at least I wasn't the one going for a grade.
Luckily due to the growing national trend toward homeschooling, there were plenty of resources online and I was able to review everything pretty well. I took a break for lunch, and by the time I finished it was almost 2 o'clock, turns out sleeping in then hunting down and relearning everything you learned your senior year in high school pretty much could eat a day.
I sighed and began trying to think about how the fuck to get Kennedy on board for getting her schoolwork up to scratch. I had no idea what motivated her, or why she'd started to slip. Her mother had said her grades had been good but just now were starting to slip.
I sighed, mental gymnastics would do now good. I'd just have to wait for her to get here.
It didn't take long.
My new external cameras dinged, notifying me of someone's presence before she rang my door. I let her wait a moment as I prepared myself mentally for the worst. If I opened that door and she launched herself at me like her mom did, I'd be ready.
"Hey there, Kennedy, come on in." I greeted her.
Kennedy was the image of a moody teenager. She had her backpack on one shoulder, with a white button-up blouse, completely unbuttoned to show the cami underneath, black bra-straps were visible on both sides and the very top of her black bra was peeking out of her cami. Her black pleated skirt was too short to be allowed at school, telling me she'd hiked it up anytime an authoritative individual wasn't around. She was wearing heels slightly too tall to be appropriate for a high schooler.
She bounced past me into my new home, her heels clicking dangerously on the hardwood of my entryway.
"I have the living room set up to go over what I can do to help you like your mother asked." I told her.
The living room was also my best surveilled room in the house, anything that happened in there would be on six different cameras to make sure I had whatever angle would prove my innocence.
I motioned toward the designated room, and followed as she took my lead. Kennedy strutted into the living room, dropped her backpack by the couch and sat down. Following Kennedy I had to keep my eyes near the ceiling, as short as her skirt was and as much bounce as was in her step, I was certain almost her entire ass would have been visible if I chose to look.
I sat on my armchair, leaving some space between me and the girl with dangerous intentions. I still had to be careful with my eyes, her skirt being hiked so high.
"So.. your mom told me your grades were slipping, and asked me to help. Would you mind telling me what's going on, so I can help?" I opened.
Kennedy smirked, "Of course, why the fuck else would I be here?"
I felt uneasy. "Because your mother asked you to and I'm guessing if you didn't come, there would be problems for you when you went home?" I guessed.
Kennedy snorted, "You have a lot of faith in my mother's perception. Undeserved faith. If she was that perceptive she would have figured out Dad was shagging Elise before they'd been at it for two years and Dad was ready to leave."
Oh, boy. This was not going well.
"So... why are you here?" I asked with no small apprehension.
She brushed her hair out of her face. "Simple. I want what mom got last night."
My brain ground to a halt. What had she just said?
She shimmied her skirt up another three inches up her waist. "Oh, come on. Even if I hadn't followed you two inside and heard EVERYTHING that happened, it was so obvious what was happening."
She gave me a look through her lashes, "Mom used to do that to dad all the time. First, she'd make him drinks with a little rum to hide whatever it is she added to his drinks.... She hides that very carefully so I'm not sure what it is. Then she has pheromones she adds to the mosquito torches... I never understood it before, but I was twelve at the time... I guess my body wasn't ready to react to them yet... but man, last night made me want this more than I've ever wanted it before."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. First, Debbie had drugged me to make me more compliant, then she added sex pheromones to the torches? And secondly, Kennedy had snuck inside and heard everything!
"You didn't..." I tried to protest, but Kennedy just smirked.
She moaned in a poor imitation of her mother, "Don't pretend you don't want this." She rolled her body in a very suggestive way, "I'm just getting what you want and I desperately need."
