Mr. Reed's Gift

The drive home was long after the horrific day before. My back, buttocks, and abdomen, ripped open by Beverly's fingernails, looked like someone had smeared red paint on my skin. Even sitting down was painful, as every shift in my seat felt like my countless wounds were about to burst open. We drove home in silence; it was a long night.

I hoped things would calm down after this little adventure, but that didn't work out.

Around noon, we pulled into Mr. Reed's driveway, and I planned to spend the afternoon smearing my battered back with cephalosporin, hoping to treat the gruesome scratches Beverly had left.

I was still somewhat worried about her. Dan assured me she would only bark, not bite, but dogs bark, cats scratch, and that tigress made me look like I'd been whipped. I had three more days to live before I escaped to college, and if I could survive those long days, I'd be free.

I didn't immediately visit Mrs. Reed to show her the evidence I'd gathered on my trip. She'd promised me before we left that if I brought back evidence of Dan's infidelity, she'd have sex with me. Well, I had that evidence—a tape Dan had given me, in fact. The problem was, he'd broken up with his mistress and was now focused on Jackie.

Now, Dan said he'd still allow me to sleep with his wife to make up for the abuse he'd caused me with Beverly, but that was just a hypothetical scenario—that Jackie still wanted sex with me, that her husband was running back to her with open arms, so why would she need an eighteen-year-old boy next door to distract her?

Now that they were back to marital bliss, should I even try?

My parents arrived home around six, and I gave them a very story-driven travel report: lots of business meetings, almost nothing about the mentally unstable woman. I didn't let my parents see my back and stomach until I left. If Mrs. Reed invited us swimming, it would be a problem; I'd have to ask Dan to cancel any of his scheduled pool parties.

As I was thinking this, the doorbell rang, and, damn it, it was Dan, with Jackie beside him. My penis immediately sprang to life, becoming a hot, hard thing in my pants.

She looked in my direction and smiled, but it wasn't the conspiratorial smile she'd shared with me in the past—the smile of 'we have a big secret'. No, she was happy about something. Okay, sure, her husband was back, he still loved her, and so on.

That was it, but then I heard more:

"We're moving to Arizona," Dan said. "Tomorrow."

Thankfully, my dad blurted it out because my tongue was sticking out and I couldn't swallow it back.

"Wait, moving? To Arizona? Tomorrow? I mean, wow, that's amazing!"

Dan explained that they'd been planning to move for years, but it hadn't been possible because of his business. Okay, he decided to sell the business to a buyer who had been pestering him for years. He and Jackie had always wanted to live in a golf course environment, and now that several villas were up for sale, they were leaving to pick one they wanted and move in.

“That’s close to our kids, the weather is unbelievably good, and there are 35 other golf courses within an hour and a half,” Dan said. “That’s paradise.”

“But,” my mother said, “your house, you have to sell it, you have to move everything out…”

“We’re planning to pack tonight,” Jackie said, “and then we’ll come back in a few weeks to take the rest of what we need over there. But the furniture, the equipment, they can stay here. What do you want?”

My father said he wanted to buy their refrigerator for five dollars, and then they all laughed. I didn't laugh. They were leaving tomorrow, and I would never see them again. I would never see Jackie again, and I would never again have her hand gripping my penis, her lips, her vulva…

She said she would have sex with me, but now that wouldn't happen. Disappointment crushed me; I felt betrayed, yet ashamed to even think about it.

As they left to pack, my parents discussed when to visit them, when the best time would be to make a road trip through the West to see the Reeds.

I went upstairs to my room, took off my clothes, took out a hidden bottle of feminine wash, and stared at my erection. I hadn't masturbated in months because Jackie forbade it, requiring me to be fully loaded before she masturbated or gave me oral sex. Now all that was over; I needed to expel what was in my testicles.

I lay back, flinched, and thought of Mrs. Reed, her large, soft breasts, her long nails, her tongue, her wet, curled tongue.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Andy," my mother called, "Dan wants to talk to you for a bit."

I jerked my shorts up, almost tripping, and stepped out, clutching my shirt to my stomach as I explained, "I'm thinking of taking a shower."

As I was about to pass her, I remembered I couldn't let her see my battered back. She walked past, and I twirled on my toes like Nureyev (born 1938, a Russian-born ballet dancer and choreographer, famous for his agile and elegant movements, excellent stage presence, and collaborations with Margot Fonteyn; he was one of the most famous male dancers of his time), keeping my front of my body forward. She looked at me like I was a fool.

"Strange child," she muttered to herself, and walked away.

I sighed with relief and turned around, naturally.

That was my dad, and he looked at me in horror. “Jesus Christ, what calamity has befallen you?”

Now my dad knew Jackie was messing around with me, and we were keeping it a secret, so I said, “It’s nothing, it’s okay.”

“Andy, she can’t just leave a mark like that, and… that’s ridiculous! Your belly!”

“Dad…”

“If Dan finds out, he’ll be furious, and if your mom finds out… I don’t even want to think about it.”

“It wasn’t Jackie, okay, it was someone else, calm down, everything…”

“Wait, another woman? You have a harem or something? Who is she? When, how…”

I absolutely couldn’t talk to Dad about Beverly now, never, so I said, “Dad, did you sleep well last night?”

He looked at me. “Yes.”

“Me too, don’t worry, but if I told you how I got these scars, neither of us would get a good night’s sleep. Now, do you still want to know what happened?”

My dad wasn’t weak, but he wasn’t stupid, and I didn’t look like I was in serious trouble. He said, “Thank God you’re going to college, and the Reeds are moving to Arizona. Dan wants to talk to you. Go on.”

I went.

I found Dan filling up his Mercedes with a quart of gas.

“Those past few days have been a tough journey,” he said.

He filled up the tank, tightened the nuts on his back, and put the hood back in its place.

“Would you like to hear the good news or the bad news first?”

“The good news.”

“I’ll give you the bad news first. First, I talked to Jackie. I told her about our deal, and she said she was sorry, but she wasn’t going to keep her promise to you. I said I wouldn’t care, but, well…

sigh, she said no. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” I said. “For God’s sake, she’s married to you.”

“After all I’ve done over the years, I have no right to tell her what she should do, and, without offending you, I don’t think she’d leave me for you.” He grinned.

“No offense.”

“Yes, well, I’m still sorry, even more so for the second piece of bad news. Beverly called last night, and I’m not sure how she got our numbers. She’s still furious, and not just at me. Some of her pretty sharp comments are about you. She actually had the nerve to yell that you raped her. She said some things about revenge, some about how she’d treat your dick like she treated your back.”

I felt my heart sink six layers deep…

“Could she find me?”

“She knows where I live, or she could find me easily enough if she had my phone number. That’s one reason Jackie and I slipped away so quickly; it might be a good idea to leave now. The problem is, if she comes here looking for me, she might see you, and then…”

He really didn’t know what to do. I could imagine Beverly’s reaction if she saw me coming out of Reed’s neighbor’s house.

“So I should hide away, stay home, and grow a beard?”

“If that’s what you want, I hope you will, just be careful. You’re going to college, what? Only three days? Anyway, I suspect she’ll always come back, just to fight me.”

“She likes to fight, she’s passionate about it.”

“I know.” He sighed.

“Okay, I’ll be careful,” I said, turning to leave, my voice bitter. “I’m happy about everything that’s happened, with you, and with Jackie.”

“This hasn’t been pleasant for you, huh?”

I shrugged. He took a step closer, his gaze sweeping over my shoulder with ill intent. “Want to hear the good news?”

“Oh, yes, I forgot.”

He lowered his voice. “I told your parents I need you to drive my Mercedes into town tomorrow, unload the goods at the train station so they can be shipped to Arizona, and I need you to do that, but…”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic card with a magnetic stripe. He handed it to me. “This is the key to a room at the Vista Hotel in town, room 1527. I have a friend, a gentleman I’ve known for years. He runs a companion service, and the women who work for him are unbelievably beautiful, sexy, and know how to please men, believe me.”

My jaw dropped. He continued, “Tomorrow, from ten o’clock until noon, there will be a woman like this waiting for you in that room. I personally selected her, and I know you’ll like her. You don’t have to do anything; everything is arranged. Just enjoy yourself. This is a gift for you, for the past few days, for helping me get back to my wife, and for you becoming my friend.”

He held out his hand, and I took it…

“You’re not kidding me, are you?” I asked, my knees trembling like glue.

“God assure you, get out of the car, walk five blocks to the Vista Hotel, take the elevator to the 15th floor, use this key, and have some fun! But don’t use this key before 10 a.m. Those girls are paid on a very strict schedule. She’ll do whatever you want for those two hours, but when the clock strikes 12, she’s leaving. You should open the door for her like a gentleman. That’s how it works, get it?”

I felt like I had a belly full of jumping frogs: “Wow!”

“Save your wow for tomorrow!”

I went home and told my parents what Dan needed. I told them I was going to wander around town for a few hours before taking the bus home after the car was delivered. They didn’t seem to care much. I went to bed, trembling with anticipation.

Tomorrow, I would lose my virginity, this time for real, to a woman I’d never met before. It was worse than waiting for Christmas morning, I mean, better. Think about it, if you could imagine that perfect woman, that ideal woman you'd have sex with, who would it be? Not so easy, huh?

I tossed and turned in bed all night, imagining her as blonde, brunette, redhead, trying to decide which was my first choice. I couldn't give her a face, but that way my mind wouldn't be preoccupied with her image. I drifted off to sleep to the sound of Playboy Bunnies dancing in my head.

I woke up at 6:30 a.m. with a jolt; my mother was gently nudging my shoulder. We were all going out to say a final goodbye to the Reeds. They loaded their luggage into the taxi, and I held Dan's hand, smiling as he blinked.

Then Jackie came over, looking at me the same way she had teased me before. She hugged me and whispered, "I envy the girls you'll meet at school."

She kissed both my cheeks, then hugged me again. All I could think of to say was, "I'm going to lose you like this."

She smiled, tears welling in her bright blue eyes. Just then, they jumped into the back of the taxi, waved, and drove off.

My parents went to work, and my father had warned me more than once not to drive the Mercedes around.

I showered impatiently, carefully taking care of my personal hygiene. I shaved, brushed my teeth, made sure my shorts were spotless, and put on a light blue sweatshirt and khaki shorts. I looked very nice. I must say, I was off to meet an expensive call girl—what a wonderful world!

But first, that Mercedes—I got to the train station faster than I expected.

At 8:30, I parked in a marked loading area and found a guy in charge. I handed him some paperwork, which he checked once, then again, and then meticulously inspected the car. I guessed he was looking for drugs or a body in the trunk. When he was satisfied, he handed me a work form.

"Is this your car?" he asked, a hint of envy in his voice.

"I'm not so lucky. A rich neighbor paid me to park it here."

He shrugged. "Okay, you're lucky."

He walked away calmly, and so did I. I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how much I'd been paid to park this car here, and what currency it was.

I wanted to tell someone what was going to happen. I felt a surge of masculine power and strength, a sense of grandeur. I was going to do that filthy thing with a woman who knew how to entangle a man in knots. I practically skipped across five blocks to the Vista Hotel.

Perhaps it was the air conditioning, but suddenly a wave of fear washed over me—an anxious, terrifying fear. What was I going to do? I was going to have sex with a strange woman. We might get arrested, we might be arrested.

I was just a kid, too young to do this. What if the girl was a little older than me? Would I feel uncomfortable? Would I embarrass myself? Would I fall in love with her and be emotionally hurt for the rest of my life?

It was just nine o'clock. I had a full hour to worry, to worry about what I was doing. I sat irritably in the lobby, hearing the clatter of my head echoing in my ears.

"Should I stay here or leave?..."

I could leave; the girl had already paid. I could tell Dan I couldn't do that. My parents gave me a chore I couldn't refuse. Ten times I decided to run away, ten times my backside was glued to the chair.

Would I really have any self-respect if I left? No, I thought back and forth, looking at what I'd become these past few months: being tricked by a woman almost three times my age, nearly getting shot as a burglar, that damned Dan finding out about me and his wife, that damned Beverly and her vicious claws. So now…

I stood up and walked to a large decorative mirror on the wall. I stared at my reflection for a long time, and the reflection stared back at me. I saw a handsome young man, no longer a child, but a rather handsome young man.

Reluctantly, I admit, this was one of the reasons Mrs. Reed chose me to play with, rather than any of the other kids in the neighborhood, or even the pizza delivery boy. I'm good-looking, I'm clever, and I've certainly demonstrated considerable intelligence, courage, and boldness over the past few months. And now I'm going to lose my virginity, immediately, to a woman, and I'm confident she won't be disappointed when she sees me. I've made up my mind, I'm ready.

Determination straightened my back, and my steps were light and firm. There was a flower shop on a vaulted street near the hotel; I went in and bought a single rose—I didn't want to go empty-handed.

I got into the elevator, and four people got on after me. I was the only one who went above the ninth floor; they went down one by one to their floors until I was left alone in the elevator, lost in thought. The hotel's background music was Engels' "That Night."

Jesus Christ, the door opened. I took five steps forward, then turned left, counting aloud: "...19...21...23...25..."

This was room 1527. I checked my watch; it was 10:01.

I took the key out of my pocket; my hands trembled. I needed a drink, maybe two, maybe three.

I slid the card into the slot; the green light flashed, and the lock clicked open softly. I turned the handle. What awaited me? With whom? Time would tell.

The room was dark; all the curtains were drawn, the lights were off, and it was cold, really cold. The air conditioning was on high, and goosebumps rose all over my skin.

I swallowed hard and called out, "Hey, hello!"

Silence.

I groped along the wall until I found the light switch and pulled it. The room was actually a suite; I was standing in a small sitting room. In front of me was a living room with a large sofa, a small armchair, and a chaise lounge. To the left was another room, its door closed—probably a bedroom. I walked towards the other door, making as much noise as possible so the person inside would know the room wasn't empty.

Before I gently knocked, I cleared my throat. I heard a woman's voice, gentle: "Come in, Andy."

I turned the doorknob, and an old legend came to mind: Beauty and the Beast. The last time I'd had a tryst with a woman in a bedroom was with Beverly—that tigress was truly unbearable. This time, I hoped it would be a lady.

I pushed the door open.

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