Hi!
Thank you for reading my story.
A couple of points to know:
I don't like writing wank porn. I want to write full-fleshed stories with plot, character, drama, and tension.
Events in this chapter pick up the morning after the events at the end of chapter 11.
It's always more difficult to find time to write during the Holiday Season, so I apologize for the longer wait since the last chapter.
Thank you for taking the time, and please be sure to vote and offer any feedback you can.
If you like what I do, offering feedback is the best thing you can do to help, there is nothing which aids a writer more than seeing the story through someone else's eyes.
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Chapter 12
Calvin turned over in bed, and awoke with a jolt. He glanced at the clock on his desk: 4:50 AM. He jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Calvin was about to race out the front door to his car, when he stopped in the kitchen: there was a bowl of oatmeal, a banana, and a glass of orange juice on the counter, with a note from his mother.
"Be sure to eat before you go," the note said. "You're no good to anyone on an empty stomach. Love, mom."
Calvin was dumbfounded, this wasn't the mother he knew. However, he had no time to think about that at the moment, so he sat down and ate, and drank, and he felt a new man. He washed the dishes after he was done eating, and stacked them neatly in the dishwasher, before he got into his car and drove for Shauna's house. He arrived at 5:45 AM.
Calvin knocked on the front door, and Mr. Lomb opened it, and welcomed him inside, and closed the front door behind him.
"Good to see you, and you're early," Mr. Lomb said. "My wife is still helping me pack my suitcase in our bedroom, but I assure you we'll be ready to hit the road in the next ten minutes. Make yourself at home until then."
"Do you need help carrying your things?" Calvin asked.
"My luggage is very light," Mr. Lomb said. "Please, sit down for a few minutes, and take a load off your feet. We'll be ready to go soon."
Calvin sat down on the couch in the living room to wait, while Mr. Lomb went upstairs to his bedroom. As Calvin sat, he wondered if he should go and look for Shauna. Maybe she was up, and would keep him company? He shook his head at his weakness, why would someone as lovely as Shauna wake up so early in the morning for him?
He remembered what Shauna had said to him in his dream from the night before, that he had to let go of his self-doubt and self-hatred. How did he do that when it was the only thing he had ever known?
"Good morning, Calvin," Shauna said, and Calvin turned his head to see her walk into the living room. His jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing: a flimsy tube-top with a hem that only went down to her navel, no bra, and a pair of white, cotton panties.
"I. . .," Calvin said, unable to say anything else. He just wanted to look at her.
"Well, what do you think?" Shauna asked, as she put both of her hands behind her head, and posed for him. When she posed like that, he could see her beautiful titties straining to break through the fabric of her top, which was doing a very poor job of hiding her ample breasts.
Calvin just sat where he was, staring at her, with his jaw open, unable to say anything.
"Do you like my sleeping clothes?" Shauna asked, flashing a wicked smile, as she clearly saw his cock bulge to full attention in his pants. Mrs. Longfellow had been right the night before, Calvin was intensely sexually attracted to Shauna, but he was terrible at expressing it, and was inexperienced and awkward. Now that Shauna was sure that Calvin wanted to fuck her, things could proceed at a pace that was comfortable for both of them.
"Now, honey, stop teasing that poor, defenseless, young man," Mrs. Lomb said, as she descended the staircase, with her husband right behind her, carrying his suitcase. Once Mrs. Lomb got to the bottom of the stair case, Calvin rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw what she was wearing: nearly the identical clothing as her daughter, just in a slightly larger size.
"I, that is, I. . .," Calvin muttered, trying to find speech, but missing the mark by a wide margin.
"You ready to head out?" Mr. Lomb asked. This was the lifeline Calvin had been searching for, as he jumped up from his seat on the couch, raced over to Mr. Lomb, and picked up his suitcase. Calvin and Mr. Lomb made for the front door, and Mr. Lomb opened it.
"Aren't you boys forgetting something?" Mrs. Lomb asked. "When setting off, it is customary for the men to give the women a good-bye kiss."
"Of course, my dear, where are my manners?" Mr. Lomb said, as he held his wife and kissed her.
"Do I get a good-bye kiss?" Shauna asked, with a smile, as she wrapped her arms around Calvin's neck.
"You are way too good to be true," Calvin said, with a smile, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"So, is that a yes?" Shauna asked.
"I've, uh, never kissed a girl before, I mean like a serious kiss, and I'm not sure how," Calvin said.
"I've never had a serious kiss with a boy before, and I'm not sure how either, so I'm sure this first time will be terrible for both of us, do you want to try?" Shauna asked.
"Yeah," Calvin said. "I do."
"Then close your eyes, and let it happen," Shauna said. Calvin closed his eyes, and Shauna closed hers, and they kissed. As their lips melted together, it was the most pleasurable thing either of them had ever done.
"Well, what did you think?" Shauna asked, after they broke their kiss.
"I'd like some more of that, please," Calvin said, as he leaned in, and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
