"Drag him along, if you have to — we’ll keep it clean. Although we might kill each other if we can’t kiss, occasionally…"
"No, it’s okay." Poppa didn’t have the tools to raise a daughter; she was more or less living proof. She would avoid the issue with him. "Where?"
"I’ll come get you," Rick replied. "About one?"
"Yeah, okay."
"See you then. Stock up — I don’t want you a quart low!" Rick’s chuckle closed off the conversation.
Teela put down the phone and sat there, letting it all soak in. He’d called! She had a date with a boy! Jeezus! What the FUCK was she gonna wear!
About five p.m., Terence sidled up to his mother. "Uh, Mama? You got Candace’s number?"
Louise eyed her eldest son. "Yeah … Which one do you want to talk to?"
"Beth." Terence looked away.
"She’s gonna be working at eleven, Boy. She might be sleeping!" Louise and Beth were starting four days of graveyard shift work. Louise was off for a nap in a few minutes, herself…
"Well, maybe she slept before…"
"Maybe. Here. Write 'em down — I’m done pimping for you." She handed him a slip of paper. "Even if Candace says yes, it’s no if Beth isn’t available."
"Yes, Ma’am."
"What about your brother?"
"Not tonight, he says." Actually, Damian had asked Terence to inquire as to Candace’s availability on Monday — but not to let on it was for him…
Louise nodded. "Be careful in front of your father." Fred was in watching sports on television. "If he finds out you have a girlfriend, he’ll probably be thrilled — but he might get nosy. If you tell him you’re getting pussy from an older woman, then he might want you to share…"
"Yes, Ma’am." Hiding shit from Pa rankled — but it was necessary…
"Candace?"
"Yes?" The reply over the phone was cautious.
"This is, um, Terence…"
"Oh, hi, Hon," Candace replied, mildly relieved. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to ask about seeing Beth…"
"Oh." Mild disappointment. "Tonight?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, she’s working late, I think, but if she’s game, tell her I said okay."
"Great!" Damian, listening over the speakerphone, waved his hands; Terence continued, "What about you? Are you doing anything tomorrow?"
"You stud, you!" Candace chortled. "No, the usual, watching TV, working on my tan … Lon is having some girl over from school in the afternoon, so we would have to be, um, circumspect…" The idea of introducing him as the pool boy flashed through her head, but it probably wouldn’t work — the girl might know him — AND it wouldn’t be nice… "Still, it might add a little spice to things…"
"Cool!" Terence grinned. Damian grinned even wider; Candace was going to get a surprise… "Well, thanks — I’ll talk to you later…"
"Have fun, Hon. Get her once for me. In fact, unless she has a serious excuse, tell her I said make time for you!"
"Thanks, Candace! Bye!" Terence hung up.
Damian smacked a fist into his palm. "Got you, you little bitch!"
"Dude, don’t fuck shit up…" Terence warned.
"It’ll be cool. If she can’t avoid me, she’ll roll over. I won’t ruin anything." Damian promised. "Call Beth."
"Beth?" The call found her lounging in the den. She was slept out, and was going to have to put in her work shift and the early morning with the girls before she would be tired enough to sleep through the day tomorrow…
"Yes?" She got a limited number of calls from boys…
"It’s, um, Terence…"
"Sweetie! How are you?" Genuine pleasure flooded from her; Terence was such a nice boy…
"I’m fine. Say, uh, I hear you’re workin' late, but…" Terence stammered.
"You want to come see an old fat woman? Goody! When can you come?" Beth asked.
"Well, how 'bout now?"
"Sure! I’ll call Mistress…"
"Already did. She said give you one for her," Terence supplied.
"Well, you need an address, then … Got something to write on?" She rattled it off. "Need directions?" They went back and forth a bit, then Beth said, "Is it just you, Sweetie, or should I expect Damian?"
"Well, it was just me, but…"
"No, no! Don’t get me wrong! I just wanted to be prepared! I didn’t mean it to sound like you weren’t enough…"
But Damian had his head cocked; apparently, he was rethinking his earlier decision … He asked Terence in gestures…
"Hang on a sec, willya, Beth?" Terence turned to Damian. "So?"
"I haven’t had any of that ass…" Damian replied.
"Hey, I’m thinking it’ll be both of us, okay? We can, like, do a cleanup, and you can give Little Bro a little ass…"
"Or a lot," Beth chuckled. "You want to be here for the enema, then? Didn’t see enough before?"
"Yeah," Terence admitted.
"Okay, I’ll wait. Better hurry, it’ll cut into our playtime…"
"We’re comin'!"
"Bye!"
Ten minutes later, Fred looked up to see his sons hitting the door. "Where you two goin'?"
"Go visit a friend," Terence replied.
"Awright. When you back?"
"Before too late," Terence replied. "Mama knows the number."
"Cool." Fred turned back to the TV. They were good boys…
Toby let them in. "Ma’s all hot and bothered. You guys have fun, okay?"
"Cool. Where ya headed?" Terence asked.
"I can’t play here, so I’ll go see Jean…"
"Cool. Say hi for us."
"Sure." It was a compliment to the boys that Toby had no problem leaving Ma home with them — but he DID have an ace in the hole…
Beth met them in a light robe. "Come to my room, boys! Do you need to take the edge off? I could suck you…"
"Yeah, cool…" Terence murmured. This might be the time he got a real look at Beth’s technique; Little Bro wouldn’t mind…
"Let’s get you two out of those jeans…" Beth tossed a couple of pillows on the floor and knelt on them, shrugging out of her robe.
She started tugging at Terence’s jeans, but he waved her at Damian, "I wanna watch…"
"Okay."
Damian raised an eyebrow. Big Bro was slipping — or he trusted Beth a LOT! What HAD they done in the bathroom the other day? But Beth’s lips surrounded his cock head and he quit worrying any too much, kicking out of his running shoes and helping her shove his jeans down his legs. "Fuck, that’s good!" Beth clasped his thighs to her and bent her head to straighten her neck — and Damian’s cock disappeared to the root between her lips!
Big Bro was down there, watching, bug-eyed. Damian shook his head; Big Bro was DEFINITELY fucking up! But he was down there, muttering about how fucking wild it was…
Beth took him from tip to root a half-dozen times in succession — something he’d never seen even in videos — before backing off and swallowing a mouthful of spit. "It’s not hard, if you position your neck right — and if you can override your gag reflex! Want some more?" She was asking Damian, but eyeing Terence.
Damian answered "Yes", but it was over a mutter of, "I’d give my left nut…" from Terence.
Beth cocked her head. "You kind of have to get over the first hurdle before moving on to that, Sweetie…"
Terence ducked his head and looked away, but the cat was out of the bag. Damian cleared his throat. "We’ve, uh, done a little experimenting with that kind of thing…"
Beth caught Terence’s chin and pulled his face back. "Who all knows?"
Terence was blinking back tears of embarrassment and humiliation, so Damian answered. "Just us. You’d be three. Mama doesn’t know — but she probably wouldn’t be surprised." Terence glanced up, surprised, and Damian added, "Mama and I had a talk the other day. One of the things that came out was that Pa wouldn’t ever admit it, but he’s probably done it…"