It was a long drive home after the horrors the day before. My ass, back and stomach, which Beverly had torn to shreds with her nails, looked like someone had taken a brush loaded with red paint and slapped it all over my skin. It even hurt to sit, since every time I shifted in my seat I could feel my knitting wounds tearing open. We drove home in silence. It had been a long night.
I hoped the days following our little adventure would be quiet ones, but no such luck. We pulled into the Reid's driveway about noon and I spent the afternoon smearing Neosporin all over my striped back, hoping to salve the cruel scratches Beverly left behind. I was still more than a bit worried about her. Dan assured me that she was all bark and no bite, but dogs bark. Cats scratch, and that tigress left me looking like I'd been flogged. I only had three days to go before I escaped to college, and if I could survive that long, I was in the clear.
I didn't immediately go over to see Mrs. Reid, to show her the evidence I'd gathered on the trip. When we left she promised to fuck me if I could bring back proof that Dan was cheating on her. Well, I had the proof-Dan even gave it to me, a tape recording. Trouble was, he'd broken things off with his mistress to devote himself to Jackie. Now, Dan said he'd still let me have sex with his wife, to make it up for what he put me through with Beverly, but that was on the assumption that Jackie would still WANT to have sex with me. Her husband was rushing back to her with open arms, so why would she still need to distract herself with an 18-year-old neighbor boy? And now that they were back together in wedded bliss, should I even try?
My folks got home around six, and I told them a highly fictionalized account of my trip. More business meetings, fewer encounters with sexy psychotic women. I had to keep my parents from seeing my back and tummy till I left, which would present a problem if the Reids asked us to go swimming. I'd have to ask Dan to cancel any upcoming pool parties.
I was thinking that when the doorbell rang and, speak of the devil, there was Dan, with Jackie at his side. My penis immediately took flight, becoming a hot hard thing in my pants. She looked my way and smiled, but it wasn't the same kind of conspiratorial, we-have-a-big-secret smile she shared with me in the past. No, she was happy about something. Well, of course. Her husband was back, he loved her, etc etc.
That was it, but, as I learned, there was more-"We're moving to Arizona," Dan said. "Tomorrow."
Fortunately my dad spoke up, because I'd swallowed my tongue. "Wait. Moving? To Arizona? Tomorrow? I mean, whoa."
Dan told the story. They'd been looking to move out there for years, but with his business it wasn't possible. Well, he'd decided to sell to a buyer who'd pestered him for years, and he and Jackie had always wanted to live on this one golf course out there, and they had units open, so they'd go out there, pick the one they wanted, and move in.
"It's closer to our boys, the weather is incredible, and there are like 35 other courses within a half-hour," Dan said. "It's heaven."
"But," my mother said, "your house, you have to sell it, you have to move everything..."
"We're going to pack for the trip tonight," Jackie said, "and then we'll come back in a few weeks to get everything else we want and ship it out there. But the furniture, the appliances, it can stay. Anything you want?"
My father said he'd buy their fridge for five bucks and they all laughed. I didn't laugh. They were leaving tomorrow. I'd never see them again. I'd never see Jackie again. I'd never have her fingers wrapped around my cock again, her lips, her pussy...she said she would fuck me, and now that wasn't going to happen. The disappointment crushed me, I felt cheated, and I felt ashamed for thinking that way.
When they left to pack and my parents consulted the calendar to see when would be the best time to take a road trip out west to visit the Reids, I went up to my room. I stripped, got out a hidden bottle of lotion, and contemplated my erection. I hadn't masturbated in months, because Jackie had forbidden it, demanding that I present her with a fully loaded weapon when she jerked or blew me. Now that was over, and I had balls to drain. I lay back, wincing a bit, and thought about Mrs. Reid, her big soft breasts, her long nails, her tongue, her wet, swirling tongue.
There was a knock on the door. "Andy," my mom called, "Dan wants to talk to you a second."
I yanked up my shorts and almost took a header getting to the door. I walked out holding my shirt against my stomach and explained with, "I was thinking about taking a shower." I was about to pass her when I remembered that I didn't want her seeing my ripped-up back. She walked by and I pirouetted like Nureyev to keep my front in front and she looked at me like I'd gone goofy. "Strange child," she murmured, walking off.
I sighed with relief and turned around and, of course, there was my dad, looking aghast. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to your BACK?"
Now, my dad knew that Jackie was messing with me, and we'd kept it a secret. So I said, "It's no big deal, it's fine."
"Andy, she can't go leaving marks like that, and...holy shit! Your stomach!"
"Dad..."
"If Dan finds out he's gonna be pissed, and if your mom finds out...I don't even want to think about it."
"It wasn't Jackie, OK, it was someone else. But its cool, everything..."
"Wait, some OTHER woman did this? You have a harem or something? Who was it, when, how..."
No way was I telling my dad about Beverly. Nope. So I said, "Dad, did you sleep good last night?"
He eyed me. "Yeah."
"So did I. No worries. But if I told you how I got these marks, neither of us would sleep good tonight. Now, do you still want to know what happened?"
My dad is no softie, but he's no fool, and I'm not the type to get into really serious trouble. He said, "Thank God you're going to school, and the Reids are moving to Arizona. Dan wanted to talk to you. Go."
I went.
I found Dan filling his Mercedes with a quart of oil. "Did some hard driving the last few days," he said.
"That we did."
He finished pouring, screwed the cap back on, and dropped the hood back into place. "Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?"
"The good."
"I'll give you the bad. First, I talked to Jackie. I told her about our deal. She said she's sorry, but she's not going to be able to keep her promise to you. I said it was OK with me, but, well, she said no. I'm sorry."