Complications
I slept late Sunday. By the time I woke up, Mom was off with her golfing buddies, Karen was still asleep and Dad was in the garage, loading ammo for his next match. I slurped microwave noodles and munched a dinner roll for lunch. At 1:20, the doorbell rang. It was a guy in coveralls, holding my car keys. "Here you go, sir. Your car's in the driveway." He trotted to a pickup idling at the curb and took off.
I walked out, looking for my car. There was a Fiat in the driveway, but it sure didn't look like mine. It was the same year, model and color, but it was freshly washed and waxed, looking as if it had just come off the showroom floor. The tires were new, top-of-the-line Michelins, gleaming with Armor All. I looked closer. They were V rated, good for 149 miles per hour, easily twice what the car would do, considering the state of the engine. I opened the driver's door. The interior was spotless. It had been carefully detailed. A Ziploc bag on the passenger seat contained a bunch of loose change and a thumb drive that I'd lost the previous summer. I climbed in and turned the key. The little car started instantly and ran so smoothly and quietly that I wasn't sure it was running at all until I checked the tach. I shut it off and popped the hood. The engine had been steam cleaned. All the wires were new as was the distributor, the oil filter and the cracked air cleaner housing that I'd repaired with duct tape. I closed the hood and checked underneath the car. The entire exhaust system was new, including the catalytic converter. I had no doubt the oil had been changed along with the fuel and air filters and the spark plugs. Holy shit!!
I sent Cheryl a text. - Call me -
Two minutes later, my phone rang.
"Hi, Ethan, what's up?"
"You mean aside from getting a new car? Jesus, Cheryl, I didn't expect this! Shit, they not only gave me four new super-duper tires, they rebuilt the whole fucking car! It must have cost a fortune. What the fuck?"
"Take it easy, Ethan. It's no big deal. You're part of the Group and, if I may say so, you made a great big motherfucking impression on everybody last night. We take care of each other. That's part of the package."
"Cheryl, I appreciate it, I really do, but you have to look at it from my side. Every dime I have comes from a shitty part-time job. Fifty bucks is big money to me. It might be irrelevant to you and your friends, but not to me. You guys are fantastic, but I'm seriously worried that I'm not going to be able to fit into your world."
"Ethan, we know all that. We discussed it before I invited you over. It's going to take some getting used to on all our parts. I'm sorry if I hit you with too much too soon, but you need to understand that the Group isn't made up of my friends, they're your friends, too. You can't know what a hit you were last night! Every girl who was there is walking around two feet off the ground today, dreaming about your mouth and your pecker." She paused for a moment. "We don't care that you're not rich or that your parents don't belong to the country club or that you don't drive a Ferrari. We like you. Rita and Alex want to marry you and have your babies." She laughed. "After last night, I wouldn't be surprised if Ruth and JoAnn let you fuck them someday. You're a goddamn star!"
"Uhh, wow. Shit, I don't know what to say. I'll try my damnedest, that's for sure."
"Just be yourself. You don't have to try to impress anyone. You're in solid with us. We'll tone it down, don't worry. And don't worry about your car. We take care of each other and there's no quid-pro-quo."
I was sitting in the living room, trying to get my head around recent developments when Karen came down the stairs. She was wearing very short gym shorts and a crop top that was just long enough to cover the bottom of her boobs.
"Wow, I slept like a rock! My bed is so much better than that lumpy piece of shit in the dorm." She closed her eyes and stretched arms over her head, facing me. Her top slid up, baring her nipples. Her glow plainly told me that she was showing off. She kept her eyes closed and her arms up, working her shoulders side-to-side, giving me plenty of time to stare. Her tits really were nice. I started to get hard. Her eyes opened and she caught me staring. I didn't try to look away and she didn't lower her arms.
"What do you think?' she asked. "Not so bad, huh?" She pulled the top up to her chin. "What do you think?"
I played along. "Very nice. Any guy would be happy as hell to get his lips on those." I dropped my gaze to her crotch. "He'd probably be happy as hell to get his dick in what you've got in there, too."
"Think so?" She let her top fall. "Come with me for a minute."
Karen led me up the stairs to her room. She closed the door, turned to face me and pulled off her top. Her tits were excellent; firm and round with no sag at all.
"Tell me the truth. How do you rate these babies?"
"They're terrific. I'm sure lots of guys have told you so." Karen's nipples were hard as hell. What the fuck was she up to?
"Sit in that chair," she said, pointing to a well-padded reading chair in the corner. I took a seat.
Karen hesitated for a moment, then dropped her shorts and stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing panties.
"I need your honest opinion," she said. Her glow showed nervousness and some fear, but also determination. It was one-third gold. She was horny and trying to hide it. She stepped close and rested her right foot on the arm of the chair. Her crotch was a foot and a half from my face. "I need to know if I have an ugly pussy."
Now, how does a brother answer a question like that? I guessed the best solution was to be honest.
