Chapter 3 Meeting the Parents
I have been in LA for a month now. And I have only slept with ten girls. None of them have been Spencer. I'm still working on that. Until I get her, I have decided that I will not sleep with any girls at King High. I don't want her to hear about my reputation and scare her off. I am still going to fuck as many people as possible, and I can't be all rusty when I finally get Spencer. She is my trophy prize. I will then feel like my time in LA will be complete. And hell if she is any good in bed I might just keep her around as a fuck buddy.
Within this month I have yet to meet Ashley. Hell, Spencer barely talks about her and when I bring up Ashley, she changes the subject. Part of me thinks she is starting to like me. Who wants to talk about their girlfriend in front of the person they like. She has also started flirting back, has given me her phone number, which I make sure I text her at least once a day.
In Biology we are just now starting to get some homework. And it just so happens that Spencer and I are partners. So here it is a Friday, and we are in class waiting for the teacher to start rambling on about whatever subject we are on this week. I still don't know his name. I think from now on I will call him Mr. Combover. The name fits him alright. Hmm what should I do this weekend? I think I will go to the clubs and dance. I love to dance. I love to dance with sexy girls all around me. Yep weekend plans set. I look over at Spencer and notice that she is biting on the end of her pen and is looking at her homework. It's kind of cute the faces she makes when she is thinking hard about something. Her eyebrows push together, and her forehead scrunches up. "Hey Emma." She whispers. I jumped up a little, she caught me off guard and scared me while I was looking at her.
"Yes, Spence." That's right I started shorting her name. And every time I say it she grins from ear to ear.
"So, I'm really not understanding the homework this week, do you think you could come over tonight and help me?" She looks up at me. Did she just bat her eyes?
"Sure. No problem at all."
"I know it's a Friday night so if you have plans don't worry about it."
"Babe, even if I did have plans I would cancel them just to spend time with you. And plus I can't let you fail this class because then you wouldn't graduate. Then what kind of friend would I be." Way to be smooth Emma.
"I guess you are right. So do you think you could come around 6? That way I can clean up the house a bit. "
"Sounds good to me. But so you know, your whole family could be hoarders but as long as you look as good as you do now, it won't bother me." And there is the famous blushing. But maybe its just me but I really think her skirts are getting shorter, and her shirts are coming just above her belly button. I'm starting to pray to the California gods right now and thanking them for the way the girls dress here. Did I mention that she started wearing heels? Just thinking about it is making my mouth drool.
"Keep talking like that Emma and you will be the death of me."
"Hey babe, I told you the first day we met that I would say anything to get you to blush."
"Yeah, yeah. So what kind of pizza do you like?"
"Hawaiian is my all time favorite. But if you don't pineapples, I will eat anything. I'm pretty easy to please."
"Are you kidding me? I never get to eat Hawaiian because Ashley hates it."
"Then it's settled, Hawaiian pizza."
As I make my way to Spencer's front door, I start thinking of how I should have worn something different. I went home straight after school. I dropped off all my books into my study and only kept my Biology stuff in my book bag. Then I got the bright idea to change clothes. At school I wore some shorts, tank top, and my flip flops. Nothing to major but damn that's a lot of skin. So I picked out some jeans, because indoors equals air conditioning which means I could get cold, and my favorite Beatles t-shirt. Maybe I shouldn't have changed. Now she is going to think something. Why do I even care if she thinks something? All I want to do is fuck her right? I get to her door and ring the bell. I hate waiting for people to answer the door. I feel so awkward. I start looking around and she lives in fairly decent house. Not that I thought she would be living in a shack, oh goodness I'm rambling. So any ways, she lives in what looks like a two story house, a pretty decent front yard with flowers outlining the walk ways and side walk, on the porch is a swing and a couple of rocking chairs, and flowers alongside the house. Man, if I noticed all that then I must have been standing here for awhile. I ring the bell again. Now I'm hoping that I have the correct house. Talk about weird. I hear someone on the other side of the door. As the door opens, my mouth drops open, and my eyes bug out. I know I have to be drooling over what I am seeing. Here in front of me was Spencer, but not just normal Spencer. Spencer in just a towel. She just got out of the shower due to the towel wrapped around her head and the water droplets on her shoulders. I watched one slide down her shoulder down her collarbone until it reached the top of the towel right above her breast. Her legs were still wet and shiny from shaving. Good lord I'm going to have to change underwear. She finally looks up at me and her face is in shock. I really don't think she was expecting it to be me. I just now noticed that she has cash in her hand. Was she really going to pay the pizza delivery guy in a towel? "Oh! Hi Emma. Come on in. I thought you were the pizza guy."
"Do you always answer the door in just a towel? Cause if so then I am coming over way more often. And you answering the door like that should be payment enough for the delivery guy." I can't see her face as we walk into the house. She walks me into the family room and stands there just looking at me. My heart is racing even faster now. My breathing is even getting heavier. "Do me a favor Spence and go get dressed before I lose my self control." I state. All I can think about right now is ripping those towels off of her and throwing her on that couch and having her beg me to fuck her. I look at her eyes and they are a darker blue than normal. She coughs to try and clear her throat. Probably thinking about the same thing I was. Or at least I hope so.
"Sorry. Kind of forgot what I was wearing." And with that she turns around and walks up the stairs. She is defiantly testing my self control, and it is getting shorter by the day. I walked around the family room looking at all the family photos. Spencer took after her mom. She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes. Her father wasn't a bad looking guy, he had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Also in the pictures were two other guys. One I would guess to be her brother, had his dad's features but only with the blonde hair and the blue eyes. But the other guy I wasn't so sure on. He didn't look like any of them. I mean he was black. But he is in all the family pictures and some of were just of him. I think I found my favorite picture of baby Spencer. She is at the kitchen table and decided to poor out all the fruit loops onto the table and put the cereal box on her head like a hat. She couldn't be older than 3.
The doorbell rings and since Spencer is still upstairs, I went to go answer the door. This time it is the delivery guy. I pulled some cash out of my back pocket and gave it to him. I walk my way to the kitchen, and sit it down on the table. Just as I turn around to go find Spencer, she is standing right behind me. I jump again for the second time that day due to her. I swear if she keeps this up I will have a heart attack. We take our seats at the table and fill our plates. "Sorry it took so long. Couldn't decide if I wanted to dry my hair or not." She decided against drying her hair. She went for the messy wet look and did she look hot. "You didn't have to pay for the pizza, I had the money sitting next to the door." All I could do was shake my head while I stuffed my face with pizza. I take the time to glance over at her. Not only is she rocking the hair due, but she redid her makeup and had her eye shadow a light grey smoky color, a pink tank top with some black skinny jeans. I swear her boobs and ass are just begging for me to touch them.
"Don't worry about it. You paid for it by opening the door in a towel." She didn't blush like I thought she would have but she did turn up that famous smirk.
After we got done feeding our faces, we hit the books. We got everything done within twenty minutes. So then we decided we should double check everything with involved a lot of flirting.
While we were making each other laugh at the other, we heard the front door open. I could tell it was two older people, so I assumed it would be her parents. I looked at her and she looked kind of sad and pissed off. The couple that just arrived made their way to the kitchen. Yep it was her parents; I recognized them from all the pictures. Not going to lie, I'm kind of glad I changed, got to make a good impression on the parents. And if Spencer looks anything like her mom when she is that age, she is going to be one hot lady. They both say their hellos to Spencer and then notice me sitting beside her. "Well, hello. I'm Arthur, I'm Spencer's dad. And this is Paula, her mom." He states. I stood up from my chair and hold out my hand for them shake.
"Hello, sir. I'm Emma James. I'm Spencer's Biology partner. Just came over to do some homework. If you have family plans I can leave. We just got done." I look both of her parents in the eyes as I shake their hand. I can tell out of corner of my eye that Spencer did not like what I just said. Again trying to make a good impression on the parents, and if letting them know that we were doing homework gets us some points, plus the fact that I offered to leave so they could have family time is more points. For some reason parents love me. I'm not sure if it's my manners, my charm, or just how good looking I am but whatever it is, it works.
"Don't be silly Emma. You can stay. How about you girls clean up your school work and go pick out a movie for all of us to watch. And I'll start making some brownies." Paula said. She was smiling from ear to ear. Spencer I could tell was shocked about what her mother just said.
"Thanks Mrs. Carlin. Thank would be wonderful."I smiled right back. And I do love some brownies.
"Emma, why don't you stay the night? Unless your parents want you home tonight." Paula asked. When people say that their mouth would drop open due to shock, it normally doesn't really happen. But in Spencer's case it did. I thought she was shocked before but now I'm not sure what to think. She is frozen. Her eyes are bugged out and mouth wide open at what Paula just suggested.
"Why thank you Mrs. Carlin. Thank you would be great. Are you sure you don't mind? I don't want to impose on you."
"You won't be imposing. I'm sure Spencer has some extra sleeping clothes you could borrow and I'll bring some extra pillows and blankets to her room for you. It gets chilly in there at night." So I really am thinking that I am falling in love with Paula the more she talks. Can she make this anymore easier? Well maybe if her and Arthur leave later. I start gathering my books and notice that Spencer is still shocked and frozen in place. Paula pays no attention to how Spencer is reacting. I wave my hand in front of her face a couple of times. There she comes back to reality. She quietly grabs everything off the table and grabs my arm and runs out of the kitchen, threw the family room and up the stairs. We go to the last door on the left and she slams the door.
"Am I dreaming? Did my mother just invite you to stay and watch movies with us? And bake brownies?" she is now leaning against her door with her eyes closed. I went and sat down her bed. Hmm queen size, perfect.
"Yes."
"Did she also not only invite you to spend the night, but in my room?"
"Yes. Why is all this a big deal?" I can't help that I'm curious.
"Because! My mom hates Ashley with a passion. Even before we were dating she would make her sleep down stairs on the couch were she could keep an eye on her. And she never invited Ashley to stay and watch movies. Hell if you were Ashley tonight you would have already been asked to leave. "
"The only thing I can say Spence is that I'm not Ashley. And if you don't want me to stay I will go. Do you want me to tell your parents that I'm gay? I have no problem with them knowing. I probably won't go out there and say 'Hey! I'm Gay!' but if they ask I won't lie."
"I know you're not Ashley. You're complete opposites. And yes I do want you to stay. But I'm warning you now, if you try anything, you are on the couch." She looks at me straight in the eyes, and she means business.
"That's fine. But I'm warning you that I cuddle when I'm asleep and I can't help that. But can we please make our way back down stairs? I can smell the brownies and they smell amazing." I pleaded.