My first attempt at erotica, I'd love any feedback or suggestions of where things could go.
Everyone depicted is of course over 18.
Welcome to the Neighbourhood.
It was a chance for a fresh start, an opportunity for my son Jake to get out of trouble and make something of himself. I wouldn't have guessed it would be me making something of him.
I knew It was Jake's last chance after he had been expelled for a third time. This time for drug dealing. He was lucky the police hadn't been involved. He, of course, was ecstatic; Jake just wanted to play video games, chase girls, and get up to no good. College got in the way of that.
I knew if things went on as they were, my son's life would continue to spiral out of control. I could not let that happen.
It took a while, but I eventually found another school that would take him, it was in a new town, but I knew for the sake of my son I had to move.
He hated the idea; there was screaming and slammed doors. He even went missing for a few days, but he had no choice with no money and no job.
So we moved.
It was a perfect little town. Perfect lawns and friendly neighbours, everyone smiled and waved. The air seemed much fresher than in the city. I could still work as a web designer from home, and I hoped that my son would finally grow up in a new environment, away from the dark sides of the big city.
It had been a few days, and I had finally finished unpacking. The phone rang as I was stood out on the porch.
'Hello, is this Mr Cooper? Jake's father?'
'Hi, yes, this is Mike. How can I help?'
'Hi Mike, this is James, your son's teacher. I'm afraid there has been a bit of a problem, do you mind coming into the college?'
I sighed; it had only taken Jake three days to get into trouble.
'Yes... yes, of course.'
My imagination ran wild during the drive to the college. Was it drugs again? A fight? I probably looked just like an ashamed student as I shuffled into my son's teacher's office.
James was a tall, handsome man; dark hair, and the handshake he offered was firm.
'Mr Cooper, good to see you, please take a seat.'
'Thank you, please, it's just Mike. Can I apologise before you tell me what trouble Jake has caused?'
James smiled softly.
'Mike. I'm aware of your son's history, and I can probably guess why you moved here from the city. This college has always had a good record with rehabilitation, and no student gets left behind.'
I sighed.
'Well, going by the fact I'm in your office after only three days, I'm guessing Jake might be the exception?'
'He does seem to be a particularly tricky case. When he does show up for class, his behaviour has been disruptive to put it lightly. We've had to keep him away from the other students.'
'I... just don't know what to do with him. He has been getting worse instead of better... I've tried everything at this point.'
'Maybe not everything, as I said this college has a reputation for helping parents in just your position. I tell you what, why don't you come over for dinner tonight? You can meet my wife and daughter'.
I was a little dumbstruck, I was expecting him to be telling me that my son was getting kicked out of college, not that he wanted to invite me to his house.
'I-'
'We went through something similar with our kid a few years ago, and it's a long story that will be much easier to tell with wine.' James smiled again, a fine handsome smile.
'Yeah... Yeah, that does make sense. I definitely need advice on what to do with Jake'.
So, it was settled. I left James's office a little confused but relieved that Jake hadn't been expelled again.
I had not gotten dressed to go out in the years since my wife died. I was lucky my swimmer's physique had not yet faded; looking in the mirror in my shirt and jacket, I had to admit I cut I good figure still.
I left dinner in the fridge with a note for Jake, I doubted he would come home, but he would at least know where I was.
James luckily didn't live terribly far away, so I didn't have time to get even more nervous during the drive over.
His wife, Mary, greeted me at the door and took the wine I offered with a smile. She looked a little older than James, maybe in her late forties. She had a full, plump figure and a pretty face.
The dinner was good, Mary was a warm and friendly host, but try as I might, I couldn't get James to talk about my son's schooling or even how the college rehabilitated its worse students; he just laughed and told me to relax and wait until after we had eaten.
It was after we had eaten and had sat in the lounge with wine that Mary nudged her husband. 'Put the poor man out of his misery and tell him how we can help, dear.'
James playfully nudged back and cleared his throat. 'A few years ago our son was the same as yours, out of control, getting into gangs, headed for prison. It was hell for our marriage. Just like you, we thought we had tried everything, but Charlie just wouldn't change. Until that is, we moved here and changed him.'
'Changed him?' I asked.
Mary lent forward before James could reply, 'You wouldn't believe how happy she is now! And how much easier it is for us.'
'She?'
Mary looked over to her husband and smiled, he squeezed her knee in return.
'You're probably a little bit confused' James laughed.
I let out a breath, glad James had noticed how bewildered I was. 'You could say that.'
Mary smiled again; she looked proud. 'Charlotte is just perfect, we sacrificed so much for her, and now she is finally giving back to us. Why don't we show Mike exactly what we mean, dear?
Before I could answer, James, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small bell. It let out a chime as he rang it. Nothing happened for a moment. I thought about politely asking to leave. Maybe this town was a little too strange to think about staying. Before I could open my mouth, however, I heard the clacking of high heels coming down the stairs.
She was stunning.
Stood in the lounge doorway, the maid uniform she was wearing hugged her curves, her hips' wide flair, and distinctly large breasts. She wasn't very tall; even in heels, she couldn't have been over 5'5. My eyes ran over her up and down. I could feel my trousers getting tighter.
'This is Charlotte.' I heard Mary say, interrupting my ogling. 'Say hello to Mr Cooper, Charlotte'.
'Hello, Mr Cooper.' Her voice was soft. She looked to the floor as she spoke. A red blush crept up her cheeks.