THE GIFT: DAY 05
EDITOR:
MIRIAM BELLE
CREATIVE CONSULTANTS:
MIRIAM BELLE and SIMPLY_CYN
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THURSDAY
It was a little past six in the morning when the charred shell that had once been a vintage 1963 Volkswagen Beetle turned down the long driveway leading to Rosa Morales gorgeous glass house. The construct was of modern ideology, with emphasis on sleek design and reflective property rather than practical daily living. It was made to dazzle. The two-story home sat high on a craggy bluff over looking the Pacific Ocean and glimmered like a pristine diamond. The walls were plated with reinforced glass, the few actual opaque walls colored a light gray-beige. The roof was tilted towards the ocean as the rising sun warmed and lit up the large, stately house.
The still smoking husk of the tiny car sputtered and popped its way down the long concrete driveway, pulling to a stop by the large glass front doors. The muffler coughed and then spewed a plume of dark blue smoke as the engine died and the tired bug rested. The doors swung open, their metal hinges moaning in protest as two weary passengers stepped out into the cool, salty air. Fog was still drifting along the coastline and the not too distant crash of waves could be heard over the edge of the bluff.
"You weren't kidding," Jesse looked up at the huge glass mansion, "What a place."
Elena closed the door to her mangled car and sighed. The front bumper groaned and fell to the driveway with a loud metallic *clang* that echoed through the quiet morning air. She felt like crying, but instead shook her head and shrugged, "Aunt Rosa believes in buying only the best."
"She got any spare clothes laying around?" Jesse asked, feeling doubtful the sixty-year old Hispanic woman would keep anything that fit an 18-year-old guy. And even if she did, he was certain none of it would suite his tastes. Still, he wanted to change his clothes and get a shower. His favorite shirt had been ripped apart the night before by his biology teacher and the school flirt. He had been shirtless ever since, and his pants were seared and blackened from when the car had caught fire.
"Nothing that would look good on you," Elena smiled, "Unless you like wraparound skirts and billowy white blouses."
"Yeah," Jesse shook his head and rubbed his eyes, "I got a whole closet full of that kinda shit at home."
He looked over at Elena and smiled. Though she was tired and worn out, she still looked beautiful. Her thick, dark hair was trying to hold to its elegantly coifed style, but was losing the battle. Thick curls and tangles hung down around the sides of her olive skinned face. Her crimson lipstick was smeared a little and the red bra strap of her forced lingerie had snapped and was hanging loosely. The matching corset was still firmly in place and Jesse noticed that her crotchless g-string was open and exposing her sex.
"Uhm," Jesse looked away, both embarrassed and aroused, "You're smiling at me."
"What?" she asked and then looked down. She covered her crotch with her hands and blushed, "This outfit wasn't my idea."
"Daniel?"
"Who else?" she looked away from him, thoroughly embarrassed. Jesse unbuckled his baggy jeans and pulled them down over his boots. As he sat down on the driveway to slide them off, Elena caught a glimpse of his member through the open leg of his boxers. It was a dark chocolate color against the fabric of his shorts. She smiled to herself, blushing a little more and then straightened up as he handed his jeans to her.
"Thank you," Elena said and put them on, cinching the belt tight. As she leaned forward to pull them up and buckle the belt Jesse watched her large breasts form a hanging cleavage that was only making his arousal harder to conceal. His black boxer shorts wouldn't hide his erection for very long, so he turned to face the house.
"Got a key?" he asked and tried to think of all the baseball and football scores he could remember.
"This way," Elena said and walked towards the wooden slat side gate. The combination of jeans and the elaborate lingerie hugging her voluptuous body made Jesse squirm. He didn't want to influence Elena the way he had others in the last few days. He was beginning to realize that as much as he was physically attracted to his classmate, he was also beginning to feel a strong fondness for her. He supposed that was bound to happen in the process of almost being killed by a power-hungry homicidal, psychically endowed telekinetic asshole.
Could happen to anyone.
'And her ass is perfect,' he thought to himself as they rounded the garage and entered the backyard, her shapely buttocks pulling and tugging on the fabric of his jeans as she walked.
"Rosa keeps a pretty tight security system for the house," Elena said as she went to the pine-framed hot tub nestled against the back of the house and knelt down at its base. She felt around under the bottom framework for a moment and said, "She owns one of the few houses along this stretch of shoreline. It's all private beaches for about six miles. Costs a lot of money to have a view like this."
Rosa's backyard looked right out across the slate blue expanse of the ocean. For the first time since this whole mess had started, Jesse felt a little peace. The view took his breath away as the last of the morning fog burned clear in the glowing sunlight and seagulls squawked and soared overhead. He could see a few boats out towards the horizon, their hulls bright and like beacons on the sea.
"Beautiful," he breathed deeply and closed his eyes. There was a warm spatter on his bare shoulder. He looked and saw a large mess of bird shit pasted on his skin. He sighed and glared up at the sky. A lazy white gull squawked and soared away.
"You bastard," he muttered. A dirty pink towel was laying in the grass beside the tub. Jesse took it and quickly wiped the feces off.
"Found it," Elena grunted. She was flat on her back, her arm stretched under the large wooden framework of the hot tub. With a triumphant smile she pulled back and held out a series of brass and silver keys on a small ring. She got up and flipped through them, "'Rosa always said if I had an emergency, I could use her place. So don't fuck anything up, got it?"
"Got it," Jesse nodded and discreetly tossed the towel away.
Elena unlocked the back door to the garage, which was a few feet away from the hot tub and hurried over to a small key pad mounted by the inner doorway as the alarm system sounded. Jesse covered his ears as the sirens wailed and then stopped suddenly. Elena grinned sheepishly and motioned for him to follow her.
The two-car garage was empty save for the black Mercedes Benz that seemed to beg Jesse's for attention. As Elena stepped into opened the door leading to the kitchen, he stopped and admired the sleek car. His heart was racing almost as fast as it had seeing Elena's impressive cleavage in her lingerie. He whistled and forgot all about him being half naked and just communed with machine. It was something he didn't expect Elena to understand. He simply enjoyed the unattainable vehicle for a few minutes until she came back out from the kitchen and said, "Will you get your ass in here?"
The inside of the glass house was immaculate and as amazing as the outside.
Elegant beige furniture lined the many rooms while the living room was dominated by a huge, flat screen plasma television set. The walls were adorned with high-class Mexican art and sculptures. Masks of every shape and size were displayed in a professional-quality exhibition in the hallways.
"Okay," Elena said and motioned to the long staircase, "Bathroom is up stairs. Go ahead and get showered. I'll try and find you some clothes."
"Cool," Jesse said and started up the long flight of stairs that began in the living room by the front door and followed the shape of the house all the way up in a grand, sprawling display of modem architecture.
Once on the second floor, Jesse took off his boots and socks. His feet seemed to sigh with relief as he walked across the silky, white carpeting. After opening two bedrooms and three closets, he finally found the huge glass and crystalline bathroom. He marveled at the level of craftsmanship that must have gone into the making of this glorified outhouse. He dropped his shorts and kicked them away as he stepped into the walk-in shower and turned the water on.
The hot water sprayed him in a fine mist and he lathered up with the soap on the small shelf behind him. The Irish Spring smelled fantastic as he washed his aching body. In the back of his mind, he replayed the events of the night before. He could still vividly recall how Mrs. Brewster and Tina Moss had seduced him in the Pizza Factory. He felt himself grow hard again as he recalled the sensations of the double blowjob they had given him. They had been all over his body, kissing and licking and sucking. And Jesse had enjoyed every minute of it, despite himself.
