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Sept ’08
Cindy was breathing hard. Visions of her brother flashed in her head. Leaning against her bedroom door, she tried to control her breathing before she passed out.
Cindy had been at her car when Simon confronted Evan. She had been ready to get help when Evan turned away. Relief flooded her but it was accompanied by a little jealousy when she saw him help Jodi Holden up from the ground. Cindy didn’t want to see anyone hurt (Did she?), but she still didn’t like Jodi very much.
“She’s not good enough for him,” she told herself. Of course, in her mind, no one was. She had planned on telling Simon that he shouldn’t see Jodi anymore when he got home. She waited, mostly patient, in her room for him to come home. She heard the front door open and was going to go downstairs. She then heard voices, more than one, from down there. Simon had never invited anyone in before. It took her only moments for her worst fears to be realized.
Jodi.
Cindy really couldn’t blame him. Jodi was one of the hottest girls in school. Guys of all ages stared after her when she walked by, swinging her ass from side to side. Quite a few girls did as well and not all in jealousy.
What really surprised Cindy was Jodi’s temerity and Simon’s gullibility. He actually fell for the whole let-me-see-your-room gambit. Their voices faded as they descended to his basement room. Cindy waited, unsure of how to handle this developing situation. She paced in her room for several minutes before deciding to confront them. She left her room and headed downstairs.
His moans stopped her dead at the head of the stairs leading to his room. The sound touched her somewhere deep in her belly. She had heard moans before, even his moans, but not of this type.
“Oh fuck!” Cindy heard him cry out. She couldn’t handle it any more. She laid on her stomach on the top step of the stairwell. There was just enough of a space that she could see Simon lying across his bed. Jodi was kneeling in front of him. Simon’s cock jutted from his pants, being stroked up and down by Jodi’s left hand.
Faster and faster it moved. Jodi scooted up next to Simon and appeared to be whispering something to him. Whatever it was she said set him off like a rocket. He yelled, semen erupting from his cock and splattering the wall above his head. Cindy got up and ran to her room.
She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. She was hot and flustered. The images kept circulating through her mind no matter how she tried to push them out. She slammed her bedroom door closed, leaned up against it, and was breathing hard. She wasn’t sure if it was just the exhaustion of running that was causing her to breathe so hard.
“A shower,” she said out loud to herself. “A nice cold shower.” She stripped her clothes off and ran to the bathroom.
*****
Oct ’08
“Morning.” Cindy said with a smile. Simon was surprised at the cheerful greeting. For the past couple of weeks, Cindy had been acting peculiar around him. He would catch her staring at him at times and then look away, as if embarrassed. “Nothing,” was her standard response to his inquiries. Eventually he just stopped asking.
“You seem to be in a better mood.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You seemed to be acting a little weird for the past several days, that’s all.”
“Oh. Yeah it was nothing. Just some stuff at school.” She intently read the back of the cereal box. She tried to ignore him as he placed his hand on her shoulder. It took all her willpower not to flinch away.
“Anything you want to talk about?” he asked.
She turned and smiled. “No. I appreciate the sentiment, but everything’s fine.” She got up to return the box to the cupboard. She was a little freaked by his touch, especially the feelings they produced.
“Okay. You know you can talk to me about it if you want.” He grabbed a glass from the dishwasher. He filled it with milk from the pitcher on the table before returning it to the fridge.
“I know.” She sat back down to finish her breakfast, “I’m fine, really.”
“All right.” Simon headed back to his room, but stopped. He glanced back at his sister. She did her best to ignore his gaze. A moment passed before he turned and left. Cindy released the breath she had not known she was holding.
*****
School had finally returned to normal. The buzz of Simon’s confrontation with Evan had decreased quite a bit in the past few weeks. The extra attention seriously unsettled Simon, being unused to such popularity. But such attention is fleeting in high school.
Simon split his spare time as best he could between Jodi and his friends but tended to gravitate to Jodi. While not an official couple, it had been established that Simon was her first choice for a boyfriend when she once again decided to date. Until then, they just enjoyed each other’s company.
“Hey guys.” Simon placed his tray on the table next to Freddie. Derek was at the table while they waited for Sam and Leslie.
“Howdy stranger. You lost or something?” Freddie asked.
“What? I can’t sit with şişli escort my friends?”
“Oh so NOW we’re friends? Did you hear that Derek? We’re friends now. We’ve hung out maybe twice in the past two weeks and suddenly we’re friends.” Freddie gestured wildly during his exclamation.
“Awww. Are you feeling neglected?” Simon kidded. “Maybe I should have brought you flowers?”
“It couldn’t have hurt. A guy likes to feel appreciated every once and a while.” Freddie joked.
“I’m so sorry, honey. I’ll get you some flowers next time, ok sweetie?” Simon caused Derek to snort from laughter. The words and the voice were funny, but it was the puppy-dog-eyes that clinched it.
“You better or you ain’t getting lucky later.” Freddie started laughing but stopped abruptly. Walking up from behind Simon was the only other person in school who could possibly challenge Jodi for the title of ‘Hottest’.
Roxanne Lee was the head cheerleader for the football team. At a mere 5’5″ tall, she was an asian dynamo as the cheer captain. The worst part was that she knew she was hot, but was not considered THE hottest. In retaliation, she flaunted her tight sexy body as much as possible. Roxanne was the queen of flirt. She sat down next to Simon while her cheer friends stood nearby. She crossed one leg over the other causing her very short skirt to slide up her very shapely legs.
Simon’s eyes were immediately drawn to them. He couldn’t help himself. His gaze slowly inched its way up her sexy frame. Her breasts were not big, but fit well considering her slight, tone frame. She had cute pouty lips and smoky, sexy, brown eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back into a single ponytail.
“Hey. You’re Simon, right?” She absently chewed on her lower lip.
“Yeah. Can I help you?” Simon said, grateful that he failed to embarrass himself when he opened his mouth.
“Well,” Roxanne placed her hand on Simon’s thigh, “My parents are going to be out of town this weekend and they gave me permission to have a small get together. I was hoping you would be interested in coming over.” Simon wasn’t sure if he heard extra emphasis on the word ‘coming’ or just imagined it.
“Umm. . .” Simon was distracted as Roxanne lightly squeezed his leg. He was not very good at interpreting subtle signals. Her face betrayed nothing of interest, but her hand, squeezing and rubbing his thigh, was telling him something entirely different. Maybe she was just a touchy feely kind of person.
“How about you bring your friend?” she gestured at Freddie, “That way you’ll have at least one other person there that you know.”
“One other? Who else is going to be there?” Simon was even more perplexed.
Roxanne stood and leaned in next to Simon’s ear, her cheek pressed against his. “Well, I was hoping WE might get to know each other a little better.” Quickly, she swiped her tongue along the outer ridge of Simon’s ear, and then stood up completely. She pulled out a pen and wrote down her number on the back of his hand. “Think about it and call me.” She turned and sauntered away, her shapely behind wiggling as she walked. He turned back to see that Derek had left.
“You son of a bitch.” Freddie said.
“What? I didn’t do anything.” Simon protested. “She came up to me.”
“I know. I was here. That’s why you are a son of a bitch.” Freddie moved closer. “I’ve gone to school with most of these people my whole life, from kindergarten till now. I admit you’re an ok guy, not bad looking from a completely platonic, objective point of view. But in just barely over a month, you help, and conveniently live next to, the hottest chick in school. Now you get invited to a party by the only girl here who could challenge for the title of hottest chick. I mean, what is it? Do you have mind control powers or something?”
“Look, I’m as baffled as you. If I had any idea how this was happening, I’d probably try bottling and selling it.” Simon said. They sat there for several minutes not speaking.
“So . . .” Freddie said expectantly.
“So what?”
“So, are you, and by YOU I mean WE, gonna go to Roxanne’s party?”
Simon pondered this question briefly. It’s not like he and Jodi were officially dating right now. She wanted some time separate from a relationship. He was willing to wait, but he was a young, teenage male. Throughout history, young, teenage males have been known to make decisions based on hormones rather than sound logic.
“Yeah. I mean, she said I could bring a friend and I know of your lack of prospects in the dating arena. I guess I’ll have to go, for your sake at least, though it pains me to do so.” Simon grinned.
“Hell yeah. This will make up for not bringing flowers. Let me know, ok?” Freddie said.
“Ok. I’ll text you later with the time and address.” They shook hands and parted.
*****
The party was Saturday night. Simon was at home getting ready when Cindy knocked.
“Hey.” Simon said. He was still deciding on what he was going to wear so he stood there, shirtless.
“Hey.” Cindy flushed a little, staring at her brother’s nearly naked form. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that popped in. “What are you up to tonight?”
“I’m going to a party with Freddie.” He finally decided on a dark blue pullover shirt and pulled it on. He turned to his sister, smiling, knowing where she would go with that info.
“Oh. Finally giving in to those latent homosexual desires of yours?” Cindy grinned.
“You know it, girlfriend.” Simon spoke with an exaggerated lisp, snapping his fingers at the end of his sentence. “I just can’t deny it anymore.”
Cindy laughed at her brother, briefly picturing him making out with Freddie. Unfortunately, Freddie’s form was quickly replaced with her own in the daydream. She grunted and shook her head, willing the vision gone.
“You ok?” Simon saw her grimace and approached her. He placed one arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Cindy, reflexively, wrapped one of her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment. She couldn’t understand these feelings she was having for him.
He smelled good and it wasn’t just his cologne. Underneath, she knew his scent, having lived with him for so long. She inhaled deeply once before pulling away. Simon seemed to regretfully let her go. She smiled her thanks at him.
“Well, I’ll let you finish getting ready. Are you taking Jodi too?” Cindy noticed Simon stiffen momentarily at her comment. “You are taking her, aren’t you?”
“No. As far as I know, Jodi was not invited and I hadn’t mentioned it to her.” Simon was a little uncomfortable. Technically, he and Jodi were not dating quite yet. Realistically, he knew they were a couple in nearly every way. But she didn’t want a serious relationship right away and never said he couldn’t ‘play the field’, so to speak, until they officially got together. At least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself.
“So you’re going to a party without her?” Cindy dared to hope that he might not hook up with Jodi.
“It’s more for Freddie’s benefit than mine. It’ll give him a better chance to hook up. I’m just the wingman.” Simon stated.
“Sure. Wingman. Whatever. We all have our delusions, far be it from me to take away yours.” Cindy chuckled and went up the stairs. Simon was close behind. She added a little extra sway to her ass as she climbed the stairs.
She knew she should say something, but a dark urge held her tongue. There was no way anyone could believe he was just doing this for a friend. If he messed up his blossoming relationship with Jodi then all the better.
“Well, have a good time I guess. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She said.
“If I followed that adage, I wouldn’t ever do anything, Cin.” Simon laughed. He walked over to her, gave a brief brotherly hug, and left. She sighed, feeling lonely without him around.
*****
Simon knocked on the door of the large house. Village Green was the upper class area of town with most of the houses within walking distance of one of the public golf courses. Not that anyone would walk there. How else could you display how rich you were if you didn’t drive your huge SUV four blocks to play golf?
Simon had to admit that the house was very nice. It still had a green vibrant lawn despite the weather turning colder lately. He waited patiently at the door, while Freddie fidgeted nervously.
“You’re going to embarrass the hell out of yourself if you don’t mellow out, Freddie.”
“I know, it’s just . . . I’ve never been to one of Roxanne’s parties before.”
“Why should that matter? It’s just a party, right?” Simon asked.
“Yes and no. You see, Roxanne’s parties have a certain reputation for . . .” Freddie cut himself off as the door opened.
Standing before them was a hulking mass of a brute. Simon recognized him as Jasper, Roxanne’s brother and starting tight end on the football team. Jasper scowled as he scanned the two individuals before him. It seemed to Simon that he was busy trying to decide whether to talk to them or eat them. Having decided, he spoke, “What?”
“Uh hi. I’m Simon and . . .”
“What do you want?” Jasper interrupted.
“Jasper! Who’s at the door?” a voice called from inside the house.
“It’s Krueger and some other guy.” Jasper yelled back into the house. He turned his head back to Simon and Freddie, “They were just leaving.” A subtle menace underlined his statement. Jasper backed up to close the door when a hand stopped him.
“Don’t be rude to our guests, Jasper. I invited them.” Roxanne’s gorgeous face appeared in the doorway, followed shortly by her exquisite body.”Don’t mind him. He’s just a little overprotective. Come on in.” She reached out and grabbed Simon’s arm. Simon, briefly looking back at Jasper, allowed himself to be pulled into the house. Simon wasn’t sure if he could take him in a fight, but knew he did not want to find out.
The interior of the house was just as nice as the exterior. Standing in the living room, it seemed to be a homey place. It wasn’t just a room used to impress others upon entry. It gave off an air of welcome and friendliness, rather than a standoffishness he came to expect from these types of homes. He also noticed that there was no one else here.
“I’m so glad you two could make it.” Roxanne seemed to bounce in excitement as she turned towards Simon. She was wearing a light green blouse and black mini skirt. She had pantyhose running up her legs under the skirt. She briefly posed sexily as Simon’s gaze roamed over her body.
“Wouldn’t have missed it.” Simon said guardedly. “So where is everyone else?”
“Oh they’re all down stairs. Can I get you guys something to drink? We’ve got beer, soda, coffee, tea, or . . .” Roxanne left off the implied ending of that statement while glancing at Simon.
“I’ll take a beer.” Freddie piped up; causing Roxanne to suddenly realize there was someone else with them.
“Water or a soda will be fine for me.” Simon said.
“What no beer?” Roxanne led them into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she bent over at the waist. Her skirt rode up her backside, exposing the tops of her nylons and the clasps attached to them. Simon and Freddie both swallowed with some difficulty.
“Ah no . . . no beer.” Simon said. Roxanne looked back, still bent over, at Simon. He blushed, having been caught staring. “Can’t stand the stuff.”
“That’s too bad.” Roxanne said, standing back up. She handed a beer to Freddie and a cola to Simon.
“Why’s that?” Simon questioned, cracking his soda.
“I was hoping to take advantage of you tonight.” Roxanne smiled seductively. She stood there just looking at him. Simon’s jaw dropped, not expecting her to be so forward. She started giggling, which quickly devolved into full blown laughter. “Oh my God, you should see the look on your face. I wish I had a camera with me.” She held her sides, her face turning slightly red because of her giggles. Freddie nearly sprayed his beer, as he erupted in laughter.
Catching the joke, Simon laughed, but it was strained. Most people might think he was just the butt of joke. Simon, while inexperienced in most social situations, was still good at reading some people. Roxanne’s mirth never reached her eyes. Her laughter sounded slightly forced to him. The arms holding her sides were strategically placed to lift and squeeze her breasts together.
It was all planned. She continued to look him in the face, her eyes still glittering. She gently bit her lower lip as she giggled. She was good. Freddie was completely fooled as he took another sip from his beer. Simon was glad he had his soda. His mouth suddenly dry, he took a drink. He was going to need all of his mental faculties to fence with this hot little firecracker.
“Shall we go downstairs?” Roxanne asked, blinking her eyelashes prettily.
“Lead on.” said Freddie.
Roxanne opened the door and walked down. Lighting was at a minimum in the basement. Simon had to concentrate on each step down as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were several chairs and couches arranged around a large flat screen television. From the glow of the TV, Simon noticed several couples; most ignoring what was on the screen.
Simon recognized a few of the people down there, at least the ones from his school anyways. He also noticed that the girls outnumbered the boys. In fact, there was at least one pair of girls making out in one of the far corners. Roxanne walked up to and introduced them to a tall brunette.
“Freddie,” Roxanne spoke softly, “this is Melinda. She’s a swimmer at North high.” She definitely had a swimmer’s body with long arms and legs. Her breasts may have been a little on the small side, but she was in terrific shape.
“Hey.” He eloquently said.
Melinda quickly glanced at Roxanne and pulled Freddie onto the couch next to her. Freddie didn’t even look back. Simon caught the glance, even in the low light. This was definitely a set up. Simon backed towards the stairs, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Simon began to ascend the stairs. He was nearly at the top when a hand on his ankle stopped him.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Roxanne climbed his pants, hand over hand, as she walked up the stairs behind him. The look in her eyes, now that he was alone, was unmistakable. Her prey was within reach and she was not letting it get away.
“I appreciate the invite,” Simon continued backing out into the kitchen, “but this really isn’t my kind of scene.”
“Really? So what exactly is your scene?” Roxanne still had a hand on Simon’s shirt. She pushed him back up against the refrigerator. “Are you shy? You want a little more privacy?” She placed her other hand on his chest and started caressing his chest. She wrapped her hands in his shirt collar and pulled him down, kissing him fiercely. He tried to gasp but it was intercepted as her tongue snaked its way into his now open mouth.
Roxanne thrust her body into his, encasing his thigh between her legs and rubbing herself on him. Her hands quickly made their way down to his pants. She made short work of his belt buckle and had his pants undone before he could even grab her hands. She captured his bottom lip between her teeth as he pushed her away. Roxanne finally relinquished but not before drawing a little blood.
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