The Kiss that Opened my Door

"Jeremy. . . No. . . St-. . . Stop!" I burst into tears, as Jeremy slid his soft big hands across my body while bitting my chest. "I-. . . It hurts. . . Stop."
"It sounds like you are enjoying it. And your body is responding so well. . . Look how your brief are slowly rising." His low-pitched voice mumbled in my ear, making me quiver.
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15. Freaking Kids

"Thank you for helping Jeremy. I guess all the little people are coming here today." Jeremy mom commented.

"It's no problem." I responded. I just want the money, I'm not doing this in the kindness of my heart. Damn I'm going to hell.

I arrived earlier than the people that was coming over. I smelt really good food that was coming from the kitchen. "So you do this every time?" I asked.

"Cooking for the church people?" I nodded my head. "Yeah of course. Good hospitality is my middle name. . . Is your mom doing okay?"

"Yes she is. She's doing fine." I said. "Is Jeremy in his room?"

"Well thats good, and Jeremy is in the back fixing up the back porch, don't want the children getting splinters everywhere."

"Okay. And thank you again for letting me help."

"It's no problem." She responded.

I finally finished that conversation and walled to the back yard. He was shaving down the wood, in my opinion that's way to much work, I rather tell the kids not to play on it.

And for some odd reason my dad was back here talking with his dad. How did I not noticed when I pulled up? Where the hell was his car?!

"Be careful." Jeremy warned.

I stuck out my tongue. "I'm not stupid you know. I'm not a dumb idiot and be like, 'Ooh, I wanna touch this wood as much as I can. Let me slide my fingers so I can touch as much at a time.' Really?" I mocked.

"Sorry sorry." He laughed. He stood up and gave me a hug.

"Why is my dad here?" I stared.

"He is mostly always here with my dad. Where you think he goes when he leave the house?"

"I don't know, work. His same routine. And I come to your house a lot, the hell don't I ever see him?"

"Shhh! My mom still thinks you are the nice and innocent little Zachary you are even after that church incident. She thought you were being pressured way too much and blurted out things." He turned around to see if his mom was behind him.

"Still haven't answered my question."

"I don't know? You never go outside. And they are always outside talking in the backyard."

"Damn. Am I that slow of things?"

"Yup."

"Shut up."

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"Stop running around the house!!! If you want to run go outside!" I was pushing this annoying ass kid down the hall.

"Don't be aggressive with the kids Zachary."

"Jeremy he was running in the house after you told all of them not too."

"They are kids, they are not going to listen."

A kid bumped into me and I wanted to slap the fuck out of the thing. "Ghaw!!! Stop using the excuse of 'Oh there kids'."

"You are not good at this at all."

"I never said I was."

"Yes you did. . . Little miss please get down like that, you might fall and hurt yourself." He talked to the little girl.

"No I won't." She responded.

"Get down or I'm going to tell your mom. And I will push you off!" I jerked forward and she got down real quick.

"Zachary!"

"Jeremy!" I mocked his voice. "These little fu-"

Someone distracted my thought when they pulled on my shirt. "You wanna play with us?" A little boy said.

"I don't want to. Nor will I ever."

"I'll play with you. What you guys playing?" Jeremy asked.

"We were going to play jump rope." The little boy responded.

"Cool. You know you got to play that outside right?"

"Yes we know." He started to tell the others.

"You know that was fucking mean right?"

"Yes." I answered. "Sorry. I feel really bad, I'll join too."

We headed outside to play with the little ones. And in all my life I finally knew how badly I sucked at jump rope. Oh how the kids laughed at me. Wanted to punch them in their little faces, but Jeremy would be looking.

I laughed too, in an evil way as I chased them across the yard. "Why you runnin' now?! Come here!!!"

"Zachary! Don't hurt them!" I heard him a few yards away. Damn I'm getting tired already.

"I. . . I won't. Shit."

"Ooh! You said a bad word!" The kids stopped and started to point fingers.

"No no no! I said, hit. Yeah! Hit. That's what I said." They were fooled by it and started to run again. "Crap that was close."

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"Thank you again for helping Jeremy with all of the kids." Jeremy mom said.

"It's no problem Mrs. Baker."

"I would appreciate you staying for dinner. I made some good food."

"I don't want to intrude. And my mom would like me to be at least at dinner."

"Yeah, I can definitely understand that. Jeremy is everywhere, at least he can get his booty at the dinner table." She started to laugh, and to not make it awkward, I laughed along too.

"Well thank you for the invitation, but I have to go."

I left the house and started the car. Ah! Money oh money. The sweet feel of money in my hand when it is handed to me. For now Jeremy has it because he don't trust me. Time for my reward. Cake! And the best kind, strawberry cheeses cake. I can have an orgasm with just saying that word.

I drove up the drive thru and gave her my order. And when I pulled up to pay for it, my mouth started to water.

I heard my phone ring so I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Where are you???" My mom sounded worried. "Mrs. Baker said you left a while ago."

"Im getting some cake. I'll be there soon."

"Why are you so obsessed with cake?"

I drove up to the next window to get my cake. "Mom we had this discussion before. Do you want me to be drug addict? If not then don't complain when I eat cake at three in the morning."

"We are going to have a discussion when you get home."

"Alright. I'll call the police in advance."

"Zachary!"

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"Eh? Come one Zachary act your age for once." My mom complained.

"Like I said before mom," I started to used hand motions, moving them left and right. "If you rather me use drugs, get a girl pregnate, get drunk every night, kill, rob a freaking bank! I will, rather than me being lazy and childish. Gosh why do you got to get mad over that?!"

"It's not just about that Zachary. You have been acting strangely these past few weeks and the stuff you and Jeremy do doesn't seem like normal teenage boys would do."

"What you mean?" I asked. So my mom isn't slow after all. But I don't want her to know about it.

"Like you guys are in the same bed together."

"Others guys do that too."

"I know I'm older and a woman but, not when they are laying face to face Zachary." She walked closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "And I don't think two guys will be in the bathroom naked together like that."

Dammit. I have to pull something out of my ass. "Well. . . Well, you made us that comfortable to do those things. When I was sick, you let him take off my clothes. And when I broke my arm you insisted him to take my shower for me. So him seeing me naked is not a big deal since he has seen it a lot. And with the whole bed thing, if we are comfortable seeing each other naked, then we are fine sleeping in the same bed mom."

She was silent for awhile. Processing everything that I just said. "I am sorry for accusing you of something. You two have been very close, since elementary school. Well goodnight, I have to get ready for tomorrow. Church you know. Are you still afraid to go?"

"I don't want to go mom, I never want too. I hate how judgemental they are. People have there own preferences too."

"They are going off what three Bible says Zacky."

"Yeah. It's funny how they never read the part where Jesus hung out with prostitutes, or that there were two gay guys in the Bible kissing and leaving the other ones house after having sex. It's like reading a porno out of the Bible." We. . . No, I ended the conversation and headed to bed.

I will have to be careful next time around mom. I thought she was a little slow at comprehending things, but I guess the more and frequent things Jeremy and I did, she might have caught on.

I don't think she is a homophobe, but you can clearly see disappointment in her face. I love my mom, so I don't want to hurt her.

Well I'll deal with her later. Right now I have my dad to deal with. Just a little more days with those horrible kids then I'll get the money I need.

He'll be happy and proud of me and give me a big hug and think highly of me. Then we he comes back he will talk and talk about his experience of that. . . Crap, forgot the name of the game. . . Just forget it.

And there is no worrying about him buying his own tickets because he has to pay the insurance people this month for hitting a stop sign. Poor dad. How the hell you hit a stop sign, when it is in the grass a couple of inches from the road?

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