Chapter 2

For the next few days, we were all trying to be extra nice to Jennifer. She seem to appreciate it and came out of her shell a bit, taking more of an interest in things, including me. I was lying on the couch reading a book when she walked into the living room and flopped next to me.

“I see you’re reading Lord of the Flies. Are you enjoying it?”

“Kind of, even though it’s required reading for English. I get the overall meaning of it but I’ve been having a hard time putting it into words in essays.”

“I can help you with that. I get straight A’s in English. Why don’t you come up to my room in an hour or so after I finish my homework and I can give you some pointers on writing essays.” She’d moved in there that morning and seemed to be enjoying having her own space.

“That would be fantastic. I’d love your help.” To be honest I wasn’t thinking anything carnal, well let’s just say it was kind of buried for the moment. Even though I was still very attracted to her physically, I was starting to like her for some other attributes as well ... her personality, sociability and intelligence.

However when I knocked on her door and she let me in I was immediately feeling the former as she had taken off her sweater and was dressed only in shorts and a rather flimsy t-shirt. It was a very warm night. But she got down to business, giving me some insight into the structure of essay writing. I was mostly paying attention but it was hard to concentrate. I found it difficult to stop looking at her tits. When we were done she offered me a drink from the mini fridge. We were making small talk for a few minutes when I noticed a tear rolling down her face.

“What’s the matter Jennifer,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to keep it together but my life is so screwed up. My parents seem to be headed for a divorce if this trip doesn’t work out for them. I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“That’s okay. We’re friends right? It must be hard for you.”

“Yes, we are friends. I really like you. You’re such a nice guy. I feel like I can tell you anything and you won’t judge me or blab it to anyone.”

“How come they don’t get along? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

“I’m going to tell you something now that very few people in this town know about. I haven’t even told Missy. Before we moved here, when we were living in Vancouver, something horrible happened. I was only four years old at the time and I had a baby brother who was just three months. I was out with my Mom shopping and Dad was at home looking after Drew. When we got back, Mom went into Drew’s room and started screaming “My baby’s dead. My baby’s dead” over and over. I have a vague memory, I think mostly from hearing from her and Dad over the years about what happened. The only thing I’m sure of is that there was a lot of yelling back and forth between Mom and Dad at the time. Mom was freaking out and blaming him. Over the years she took it back and apologized to him many times, but the harm was done. Dad has never forgiven himself even though there was an autopsy at the time and it was ruled Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.”

“Wow, that is horrible.” I was stuck for words. I wanted to console her but didn’t know what to say.

“A few years ago Dad started drinking more. Every month or so, he would really tie one on and come home drunk and nasty. A couple of times he even hit Mom. She uses makeup to hide the bruises. I’ve tried to talk some sense into him but it’s impossible when he’s like that. He just keeps saying how sorry he is like “If only I hadn’t been watching TV and checked on him, he’d still be alive. I loved that little guy and he’s dead and it’s all my fault.” And then weeks would go by and he’d be my Dad again. He’d be nice to Mom and life would return to normal. But it never lasted. Mom just gave him an ultimatum, either he gets some counselling or their marriage is over. Dad finally agreed and they’ve been going for about a month now. There has been a bit of progress. The counsellor suggested they go away for a while so that’s the stage we’re at now.”

“So that’s why you’ve be so quiet lately. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Just listening to me is great, Kevin. I really appreciate that,” she said, with tears streaming down her face. She came up to me and we hugged for a long time. It felt really good holding her. It was a combination of love and lust! She withdrew slightly and kissed me on the forehead. After that we looked at each other for an instant and then suddenly she kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t just a peck. It lasted for a good fifteen seconds.

“Kevin, I think it’s time you left.” I turned around and was heading for the door when she intercepted me and led me towards the bed. “But maybe you could stay a little longer.” We started kissing again. This time she inserted her tongue in my mouth and I felt this tremendous surge of arousal. I sensed that she was super turned on as well. Moments later she took off her t-shirt and then slowly removed her bra and I got to see her naked from the waist up.

“Do you like them, Kevin?”

“Yes, very much,” I said, staring at them thinking that they were much more beautiful than any of the photos I’d seen in my uncle’s Playboys.

“Go ahead and touch them. My nipples are very very sensitive.”