Scott trembled in the backseat of the car. His father had come home while Elaine was finishing up with him, and they both narrowly escaped being discovered. This had been going on for weeks, but it felt like months. Now they were all going out to dinner-again. Elaine wasn't much of a cook, and had almost succeeded in burning down the house on her little field trip to his room.
He was so tired. His team had to play short-handed; meaning that only was he the wide receiver, but he also had to take a few turns blocking and playing quarterback. Being just short of two hundred pounds, Scott was not the ideal build to block players that could get up to three hundred. The Ravens emerged victorious, but just by a few points. It was quite possibly one of the most horrible games they had played, and he knew the coach was going to make them run during Monday's practice. His thoughts drifted as sleep overtook him.
In the front seat, Martin Barringer hummed along to a song on the radio. There was yet another successful meeting earlier that day, and he had a feeling that he would buy Elaine that new Ferrari before the week was over. He checked the rearview mirror before changing lanes and got a glimpse of Scott's head slumped over onto the window.
"It must have been a tough game, huh?" He smiled at Elaine as her hand paused on its way to the volume dial.
"Yeah, they didn't have as many players as usual. Poor Scotty, he took some hard hits."
"He didn't hurt anything did he?" Martin checked the rearview mirror again.
"Maybe just a little of his pride." Elaine smiled to herself. Martin chuckled, completely unaware of the joke's real nature.
"Maybe. But I think I should ask him to skip practice tomorrow, just in case."
"But honey, aren't you going to be working until eleven-thirty?" Elaine's hand rested at his knee.
"Yeah, it might even go later if this meeting is going the way I think it is. Scott can just come home, do you have anything planned?"
"Cassandra and I were going to get facials, but we can just do them at home." This time Elaine was the one checking the mirror.
Martin sighed. "I know that Scott's almost sixteen, but I don't want him to come home to an empty house. It will just remind him of how his mother always had cookies or pasta waiting for him."
"Oh, I understand completely." She hesitated, not knowing where her next comment would lead. "I tried to talk to him about his mother, but he shut down on me. I think it's really important that they talk, so that he doesn't feel weird around the house in the time it takes us all to be comfortable with each other."
Martin thought for a second. "I don't know, it might just make him more homesick than before. We aren't that far from the old house, but now he's in a new school and will make new friends. I don't want him to keep dwelling on the past, he should focus on all of the things he'll be able to do now that he's on a much better team."
"Was it bad that I asked him about it?" She squinted until her eyes reddened, giving Martin the impression that he had made her upset.
"No, no, not at all. Maybe he will open up to you and realize what you can do for him, then he won't be so upset all the time."
Or maybe I'll find out just how much he can do for me, Elaine smiled at the thought.
The meal was uneventful. It was the same old situation, Elaine and Martin cooing at each other while Scott tried to look anywhere else but at them. The guilt ate at him, chomping at his stomach until his appetite disappeared. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"May I be excused?"
Martin looked up in surprise. He had actually forgotten that Scott was sitting across the table from him. "Sure, son."
Scott scrambled out his seat, wanting to get as far away as possible. As he turned to run away, he bumped into a waitress whose arms were occupied with a tremendous amount of food. The platter crashed to the ground, showering both of them with clam chowder and chicken noodle soup.
"I'm sorry," Scott bent down to try to pick up the dishes that had accumulated around his feet.
"Um, it's okay," she leaned down as well; her first day at work was a total disaster.
"Scott, are you alright?" His father leaned over the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He carefully stacked the dishes back on the tray, not wanting to create another scene.
"Ow!" Scott looked up to find the girl-her tag said Brianna- holding her right hand in pain. A broken chunk of a soup bowl had gashed her palm.
"Are you okay?" Scott immediately felt bad. It was his fault that she had broken the dish in the first place. "Do you want me to help you with the tray/"
"Thanks," Brianna blushed, this was not going to look good to her supervisors but there was no way she could carry it.
She led him to the kitchen, where he put the tray on an empty counter. The lights were bright, not like the rest of the restaurant. He watched Brianna turn on the water in the sink and grab some bandages. He felt useless, so he decided to throw the broken dishware into a nearby trashcan.
"Great first day, huh?" She laughed, wrapping her hand up in medical tape.
"It's your first day? That sucks. I'm really sorry." He picked a teacup handle out of the mess in front of him.
"Yeah, my parents always complain about how I don't get out the house enough. They thought waitressing would cure me of my clumsiness."
Scott laughed. "Old people are weird."
"Or just senile." She flashed him a smile before walking over to help him. "Was that you family?"
"My dad. And my step mom."
Two shapely eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. "Really? I thought she was your sister."
Scott laughed again. "She's a little young, I guess."
"A little? Is she even legal yet?"
"I hope so, otherwise my dad is a freak."
"And she's a freak for marrying the old guy."
Surprisingly, Scott didn't feel the least bit offended during their conversation. It was true because Elaine was definitely a freak. Otherwise she could get guys her own age, and wouldn't be hitting on him. And his dad should be marrying a woman like his mother, not that flashy whore. He had forgotten all about them while he was in the kitchen. Brianna was a lot of fun to talk to, he had even gotten her phone number so they could hang out. She was free on Monday, so maybe they could get something to eat after he had practice.
"Hey, Scott? Scott?" Martin called to him. They were in the car again, and Scott was thinking about his 'date.'
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow, tell your coach that I said you shouldn't practice."
Scott was confused. Practice was mandatory. "Why?"
"I think you're getting a little worn out from both football and schoolwork. Tell him I want you to take a day off so that you don't overwork yourself and pull something."
"Um, okay." Yes! As much as Scott loved football, he really wanted to go chill with his new friend.
Elaine searched for an excuse to leave the room. Martin was usually a heavy sleeper, but he had drunk too much coffee and was having trouble getting settled down.
"Martin, I'm going to get a little snack. Do you need anything?"
"No, but if my eyes don't shut in five minutes then I am going to be taking some Nyquil. At this rate, I'll never be able to leave the house on time."
Elaine giggled. "Alright."
Scott opened his eyes when he heard the floorboards creak. Elaine stood in his doorway, a can of whipped cream in one hand and a plate of strawberries in the other. No, he thought to himself as she stalked towards him, that seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Hello, Scotty." Elaine stopped right in front of him and licked some whipped cream off the tip of the nozzle. She climbed into his bed, and leaned over him.
"What are you doing? My dad will catch you!" His voice sounded more like a plea than a scolding.
"Shh, baby, I'm putting the big boy to bed." She yanked the sheets from his body and climbed on top of him.
Scott was terrified. Twice in one day? His dad was right down the hall, didn't she think he would suspect something? Why was she doing this to him? He flinched under her touch, her fingers felt like worms sliding under his undershirt and removing it from his body.
She shook the can and poured a thin line of cream from the base of his neck right up to his shorts. She slid a strawberry along the same path and placed it into her mouth. Her tongue wound its way around it before she bit down. She sprayed more whipped cream and did the same thing again. Scott tried not to watch, but the red stain forming on her lips and the way she was eating the fruit captivated his eyes.
Elaine was enjoying this. She didn't overlook the way he stared at her mouth, the tensing of his leg muscles every time she shifted. She ran the flat of her tongue down the center of his body, licking up the cream that she had poured onto his muscular body. He shivered when she got down to his stomach; she had figured out that it was one of the more sensitive places on his body. She drew an outline of his six-pack and wiped it off with her mouth, cackling inside at every gasp she heard from his lips.
Scott wanted to stop her, but the sensations he felt made him dizzy with confusion. If it was so bad, why did it feel so good? But he had to stop her, he had to try.
"Elaine-" His voice broke when she gently bit at his through his shorts.
"Yes Scotty?" She bit harder and giggled when he squirmed in pain.
"Please, sto-" Elaine didn't let him finish. She forced her tongue into his mouth and pushed his head deep into the pillow, removing his shorts with her hands during her distraction. He struggled against her until she put her hand in between his legs, stroking him to relax the resistance he was trying so hard to uphold.
He felt himself weakening, his senses heightening when she didn't stop. The friction was driving him crazy, if she got any farther, he wouldn't have any fight left in him to push her away. She removed her hands from his crotch only to wrap them around the small of his back. She held him tightly and ground into him as she softly nibbled in his nipples, hardening every part of his body. Scott couldn't keep up with her pace, and her licking left him feeling light-headed.
Elaine grabbed the forgotten can and sprayed cream into his mouth. She kissed him, wrapped both of her lips around his tongue as his mind berated him for being so defenseless. She slipped the slinky gown over her head and made a puff of the cream over her breast. She pushed it into his mouth and grabbed his hair, forcing him still.
Scott froze. No! He had to say no. He couldn't do this to his father.
"Oh, baby, you don't know how to do this do you?" Elaine sat up, a wicked grin on her face.
"No, Elaine, I don't want-"
"Shh Scotty, I know you do. I have to teach you, baby, otherwise you won't learn." She pushed his back up against the wall and kissed him deep. Her tongue slid around his like she was licking an ice cream cone. She nibbled on his bottom lip, and then pulled back. "It's like that Scotty. Now it's your turn."
She pushed her breast back into his mouth and waited for him to start. He pulled back and turned his head away. He couldn't do it. He couldn't let her violate him again.
Elaine got angry. She slapped him hard across the face, then forcefully grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back to look at her. "Did you hear me Scotty?"
Her eyes burned into his, and he felt himself giving in to fear. His parents had never struck him during the course of his life, the only time a person physically hurt him was during the several fights he had been in through his high school career. But he was usually the winner in those.
Elaine slapped him again when he didn't respond. She forced herself back between his lips, and he closed his eyes to keep from crying. He did what he was told, but he felt numb. Elaine, on the other hand, has in ecstasy.
"Ooh Scotty, don't stop." Her fingers ran up and down his body uncontrollably as his tongue ran a circle around her nipple, exactly what she had shown him. He nibbled softly on it, he wasn't sure of what to do. She moaned into his ear and moved in deeper. He sucked on the supple skin, causing Elaine to grab his hair firmly and press up against him.
"Ahhh baby keep going." She panted, resting her head on top of his as he gave her other side some much-needed attention. She held on tight, rubbing up and down on his body. She stopped to him inside of her and continued her motion.
Scott eyes rolled around in his head. Elaine moved fast and deep, flattening his body against the cool wall as she had her way with him. Her skin caressed his torso with each movement she made, and she reached over to the nightstand to pick up a strawberry and shove it in his mouth. He bit on it and she kissed him, pulling the chunk from his mouth and into hers. She ran the rest of it across his lips and sucked the juice from them.
Elaine suddenly got up. Scott leaned his head against the wall, panting for breath. Then he heard it. A knock.
"Oh God," he whispered. No, this couldn't be happening.
Wow, cliffhanger! lol whaddaya think?