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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

12
Slumming

I BORROWED Mom’s SUV the afternoon Sarah Lynn and I moved home. Jas and Charmaine met us at Sarah Lynn’s house and we went in to pack her things and move them. Her mom stood in the kitchen with her arms folded glaring at us.

“Your phone doesn’t work.”

“It was confiscated by some police officers. They probably shot it,” Sarah Lynn said.

“Showing a pornographic film at commencement doesn’t prove anything against the police,” Mrs. Jamison said. “They came here looking for you and I didn’t know where you were. What kind of mother does that make me look like?”

“The kind who doesn’t know much about her daughter,” Sarah Lynn sighed. “I didn’t come to argue, Mother. I just want to pack my things and leave. You can reach me at Jett’s house until we find a place to live.”

“One boyfriend dead and you are already shacking up with another. The devil has his claws in you. Get your things and leave.”

The four of us went to Sarah Lynn’s bedroom and followed her in. She crumpled to the floor. Jas and Charmaine jumped to kneel beside her and support her. I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures. The room was a mess. Her dresser was empty with drawers pulled out. The clothes from her closet were tossed on the floor and boxes were lying open. All her makeup cases, nail polish, and creams were open and dried out. The bed was stripped and the mattress shoved to one side. It looked like one of those movie sets where the mob comes in and ransacks a room looking for the missing diamond.

Sarah Lynn wailed.

She shook Jas and Charmaine from her and shoved me out of the way as she barged out the door and back to her mother.

“What did you do?” she cried. “Why did you destroy my room?” I reached her in time to hold her back from assaulting her mom.

“I didn’t do anything. Those nice policemen asked if they could search your room. They said they suspected you were in collusion with that nasty boy and were probably dealing in drugs or pornography. I let them in to search. They took your computer with them, so you’ll probably be arrested as soon as they get here. I already called.”

“Did you get names? Badge numbers? Were they in uniform? Did they have a warrant?” Sarah Lynn demanded.

“They were police. They had every right to search.”

“You are so stupid, Mother. They had no right to even enter the house without your invitation. You’re despicable. I hope they do come to arrest me. I’ll make sure you and your mothering are on trial,” Sarah Lynn spat. She turned in my arms and pushed me away as she marched back to her room.

As Jas, Charmaine, and Sarah Lynn started cramming stuff in boxes we’d picked up from the grocery store, I called Granddad. I figured he’d know what to do if the police showed up. I knew I couldn’t interrupt my dad because he’d have some patient with jaws locked open and a dental dam in place. I learned early in life that I couldn’t just interrupt a dentist.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just refuse to answer any questions until you have a lawyer present. Unfortunately, we can’t plead that you are all minors any longer. But I don’t think you will have difficulty. The four officers who were involved in the shooting have all been suspended for investigation. The department will be pretty cautious about approaching Sarah Lynn. Don’t get in the way.” I breathed easier when Granddad hung up and I knelt to help the girls.

“Jett, why don’t you go entertain yourself by sorting and packing my underwear,” Sarah Lynn sniffed. She was obviously trying to make a joke and I kissed her cheek. Then I did as she said and started putting her underwear in a peach crate we’d picked up at the grocery store.

“This is all a mess,” Jas said. “What do you want us to do with the boxes of stuff from your closet?”

“Just pack the clothes. I’m going to quickly sort through the open boxes and grab the few things from my life that I want to remember. The rest I’ll just leave here for her to clean up.”

GRANDDAD WAS WAITING next to the SUV when I carried the first couple of boxes out. He stayed outside by the car and didn’t try to come in. When it came down to it, Sarah Lynn didn’t have that much to pack. It was mostly clothes and shoes. She had a few books, like her entire collection of Harry Potter books that were hidden in the closet because her mother believed witchcraft was evil and the books were tools of the devil. That just made them more precious to Sarah Lynn.

She also took a painting of mine off the wall. I didn’t even know she had one of my paintings and it took a minute before I recognized it as something I’d done as a freshman.

“When did I give you this?” I asked.

“You gave it to Lisa Nolan.”

“And she gave it to you?” I asked.

“Well… sort of. Jett, this is embarrassing. I had a really bad crush on you as a freshman. I guess I never completely got over it. After all, I’m loving fucking you. But I couldn’t let you know, so I convinced Lisa to get you to give her a painting and give it to me. It was never for her in the first place,” Sarah Lynn said.

“You are devious,” Jas said. “Just about as bad as the rest of us.”

“Well, I never masturbated on Skype,” Sarah Lynn laughed. It was good to see her recovering from the shock. “I did take a picture of my breasts and sent it to Jett after Kelly did. I never signed it and it didn’t show anything but my breasts. I don’t think you knew my phone number back then,” she giggled. “I felt so wicked! Lonnie teased me for days, the jerk.”

We took the last box out to the car and found Granddad talking to a guy who just had ‘police detective’ stenciled all over him.

“Jett, let me introduce you to Detective Lebowski,” Granddad said. “He’s the detective conducting an internal review of the four officers involved in Lonnie’s death. Sarah Lynn, you don’t need to say anything but you should know there is someone on the force who is taking this whole thing seriously.”

“More than one,” the detective said. “The whole force is pretty upset. Some on one side and some on the other. The important thing I want to tell you, though, is that we are investigating the officers, not you. You are neither accused nor suspected of any crime. Releasing the video of Brennan and Richards shaking you down for your phone was the straw that broke the camel’s back and got them suspended. You can pick your phone up from the main station.”

“It’s a brick,” she said. “What about them ransacking my room?”

“Is this something new?”

“I just came here to pack up my belongings and leave only to find that my mother let two police officers in to ‘search’ for drugs and porn. They tore it to pieces and took my computer. My mother, of course, just let them and believed I was guilty of anything they said,” Sarah Lynn said. The detective sighed heavily.

“I guess I should go talk to your mother. Is there a number I can reach you at if we need to talk?”

Before Sarah Lynn could answer, Granddad broke in. “They’ve been staying out at my place since graduation. Here’s my card. Just give me a call and I’ll track them down.”

“Andy, I appreciate the contact. Are you still selling eggs out there?”

“No, I still have some chickens, but a few more Sunday dinners and they’ll all be gone.” They laughed and the detective went up to talk to Mrs. Jamison. We thanked Granddad and got out of Dodge.

THE REST OF THE WEEK went by in a blur. I had a new full-time job that started at six o’clock in the morning. Yuck! I was already reconsidering my choice of employment. Sarah Lynn worked at the same place, but our hours were completely different. I got off at three. She didn’t start until one and worked through dinner.

We barely had enough energy to crawl into bed at night, but we still managed to make love. Jasmine felt comfortable leaving Charmaine alone and spent Tuesday night with us. That was a real round robin as Jas and Sarah Lynn were into each other as much as either was into me. Thursday night, Kelly showed up. Sarah Lynn kissed her sweetly and then left, saying she was spending the night with Ariel.

Kelly. Sweet Mother of God! I’d been cutting chickens up all day and then had gone out with Jas to look at a house she found. I was exhausted but seeing the look of longing in Kelly’s eyes when Sarah Lynn left revived me instantly.

Mom and Dad had adopted the strategy of retiring to the family room after dinner each evening and intentionally not paying attention to who arrived or went up the stairs to my bedroom for the night. I found out later, though, that after Dad and I went to work in the morning, Mom often had long talks over breakfast with my girlfriends. Maybe my relationship with Mom would have been better if I’d been born a girl.

Kelly was carrying most of her clothes by the time we reached my bedroom and her panties hit the floor a second after I closed the door. I took the naked redhead into my arms and we kissed with such deep passion that I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen.

We managed to slow down enough for me to get undressed and I led Kelly to the shower where we lovingly washed each other. We did a lot of touching to make sure everything was clean, but we were both careful not to make the other come. Without saying much of anything, we let each other know that we wanted that saved for making love.

“Did I really shake so much when I signed your pussy?” I asked, looking at the signature I’d placed there with a Sharpie when we last made love.

“Um… It was fading. I wasn’t with you and I sort of touched it up so I’d still have you on me,” she confessed. I shook my head.

“Little redhead, that is forgery.” I got a bottle of alcohol and a cotton swab and carefully wiped away the ink. “Now. After I’ve painted another masterpiece in your pussy, I’ll sign it again. Anytime you needed it signed, you’ll have to come to me for another painting.”

“How about now, Jett? Will you make love to me?”

“Would you mind terribly much if I made a little snack of this tender morsel before I filled it?”

“Oh, yeah!”

I went down on that sweet little pussy like it was my last meal. Kelly wasn’t satisfied until she’d maneuvered us around until she could get hold of my cock, too. I had a head start, though, and she had to keep pulling her mouth off my erection to moan and howl. I just loved parting those little folds surrounding her opening and darting in and out between licks of her clit. Before I let her get me off, though, I moved around between her legs and plunged my cock into that hot love tunnel.

“Oh! Oh, God! Yes!” I started to worry as I remembered how loud Kelly could get and I captured her mouth with my lips and drove my tongue into it. We battled there as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us, culminating in me driving as deep into her as I could and unloading a full measure into her tight pussy.

We managed to slow down a bit and our kissing became less desperate, even as her muscles and my continued thrusts kept me hard.

“Jett… do you… um… do you want to uh… come in my bottom?” she asked. She was turning so red her freckles blended with each other.

“What?”

“Um… anal? Do you want to fuck me there? In the ass?”

“Oh. I… Gee.” I hadn’t really thought about it much. Sure, there was a passing idea when I was tonguing her, but it wasn’t like I set out to do that. It would be cool. But her pussy was so tight and hot that my cock was fully recharged and I really didn’t want to pull out, even for a moment to plunge into something else.

“If you don’t want to it’s okay,” she whispered. “I just want you to know that anything you want, I’ll give you.”

“I’d love it… sometime,” I said. “But Kelly, you have to know that being in your pussy like this is the most intimate and delicious feeling I’ve ever known. You’re… I just don’t want to stop what we’re doing.”

“I love you, Jett. When you want it, I’m yours. Let me on top. Please?”

We rolled over so Kelly could sit up and post on my erection while I fondled her tits and reached around to pet the ass she’d just offered me. The flush of sexual excitement spread fully down onto her breasts, almost concealing her pale nipples against her normally milky skin. My fingers traced down her long torso and over her sucked-in navel and tummy. I played with her trimmed red bush and she pushed forward far enough for me to wiggle a finger between us where I could stimulate her clit.

“I’m so close, Kelly,” I whispered.

“Good. I’m going to be quieter this time, I promise. I just want to feel you coming in me.”

“Oh God! Can you hold right there?” I gasped. I knew I was buried as far as I could get up her because I could feel the hard ridge of her cervix against the tip of my cock. She held still as I continued to pulse my finger against her clit and her pussy squeezed and relaxed around me. Then it was there for both of us. We weren’t thrusting or driving, so in the stillness we could both feel every quiver in the other’s organs. It was amazing to lie still, gazing up at this petite beauty, and just feel my come shooting into her. And feel her response. Her vagina spasmed around me. It convulsed on my cock as she climaxed. We kept looking into each other’s eyes through the whole peak and I saw tears running from them.

Finally, she lowered herself against my chest as she kept squeezing my softening dick.

“Jett, I um… don’t want to do this with anyone else.”

“Is anyone asking you to?”

“Yes. Well, not exactly. Derek said he’d like to try again, but we both agreed that he wasn’t really interested in me. It’s just that Dee won’t fuck yet and he wants to feel it again. But… online… there are guys that want to watch me come. A lot of the time they say they want to fuck me. I’m just not interested. It’s intense to hear guys talk about it or read their text messages while I’ve got my vibrator on my pussy, but nothing compares to this.”

We snuggled in and hugged as we settled for sleep after I finally slipped out of her. She’s light enough that I could probably sleep with her on top of me, but we lay on our sides kissing a little as she continued.

“I’ll still do girls. I never thought I would until Jasmine told me I had to lick her if I wanted your cock.”

“She was kidding, you know.”

“Yeah, but it was like a challenge and I just dove in and discovered how yummy she is and then she was down between my legs and that girl can really munch a muff. I don’t know where she learned it, but I’m confirmed now.”

“I think you were her first.”

“Unbelievable. I just want you to know that I’m good with all the girls in our little group. Even others if you bring someone else in. But yours is the only cock I want. You’re the only boy.”

We fell asleep breathing each other’s air.

“SERIOUSLY? This is where you think we should live?” Ariel asked in disbelief.

“How much is this going to cost?” Kelly added. “Do we have to clean it first?”

“Look at the bright side,” Jas said. “Complete independence from both the college and our parents.”

“It needs some fixing up, but I agree that it is within what we planned to spend,” I said. Jas, Charmaine, and Sarah Lynn spent a lot of time doing research and establishing budgets for us. “Let’s tour it and see what it has to offer, then sit and discuss the costs.”

We went into the house with the rental agent who was apparently used to dealing with student renters in the slums. Technically, we don’t really have a slum here. There are neighborhoods of questionable safety and economic value. This one was filled with homes built in the late thirties, just as the country was recovering from the Great Depression. It looked almost exactly like all the other boxes on the street. The difference between this and any modern subdivision was the size of the lot. There was enough room on either side of the house to walk through to the back yard. It was set only about ten feet back from the sidewalk. I guess one of the advantages was that we wouldn’t have too much to shovel clear of snow.

In back of the house, the lot was about the same size as the house and included a rickety garage and a place for garbage cans on the alley. There was an old rotary push mower in the garage, but the back yard didn’t look much like it had ever been used.

The agent took us in the front door onto a small enclosed porch. The porch covered the right half of the house when looked at from the street. It was deep enough for a chair and a tray for winter boots. Then we walked into the… mess. The previous tenants had evacuated after school got out, apparently not caring if they got their cleaning and damage deposit back.

“The agency will have this shoveled out,” the agent said. Beer cans, cigarette butts, even pizza boxes were on the limited furniture. There was no carpeting and the hardwood floor was scarred and stained. To the right was a small office, about eight-by-eight. The living room was a pretty good size and looked like the central social area of the house. Off to the right, behind the office, was a large dining room with some built-in buffet cabinet that had most of the glass missing. The kitchen was greasy. I couldn’t tell what color the appliances had once been. They were about the same color as the rust-stained fixtures in the three-quarter bath next to the mudroom.

We headed up the narrow stairs and found three pretty good-sized bedrooms and a full bath. Aside from being dirty, it looked okay. Kelly immediately started running hot water in the tub and waiting to see how long it took to heat up. She was pleasantly surprised.

“Years ago, when the owner decided to rent it out to college students, he did some improvements so there would be adequate hot water, including an on-demand heater and new kitchen appliances. He had great plans,” the agent said with a sigh of exasperation. “He only lasted a year, though, and when he died his son just assigned it to a rental agent and said to fill it. He never does anything to it and we do minimal maintenance. What you see is what you get. What you make of it is up to you.”

It was obvious to me from the tone of her voice that she was used to dealing with the lowest level of college students—often those who came to school to party and needed a place off-campus to do it. Each of the bedrooms had two single beds and two desks in it, pretty much like dorm rooms would be. The closets were pretty tiny, though, and I wondered how the girls’ clothes would fit.

“What’s this?” Kelly asked, opening a door and seeing more stairs.

“There’s an attic room. If you need to store things, you can use it. It isn’t heated, though.” We went upstairs and found a low-ceiling room with two dormers. It was pretty big and very dusty, but it didn’t look like the last tenants had put anything up here, so there was no trash. I watched as the girls mostly took a glance and left. Kelly kept wandering around, though, and noted there were four outlets in the room.

“I want this,” Kelly said. “I could plug in a space heater to keep it warm. These circuits look comparatively new and are grounded.”

“I’ll have to check that,” the agent said. “The original owner planned to live up here, I think, but he moved into a nursing home before the first students moved in. He was crazy to think that he’d live up here and use the three-quarter bath on the main floor as his bathroom. I think the circuits will support a space heater, but you’d be required to have a safe porcelain electric heater. No hot coils and no gas heaters.”

We headed back downstairs and looked around at the amount of work we’d have to do. I could tell the girls were interested, if skeptical. Kelly had been sold when she walked into the attic.

“What about internet and utilities?” I asked.

“Utilities are included in the rent,” the agent said. “Usually, this place is rented out to six individuals and dividing utilities up evenly is just too big a hassle. So, water, electric, and garbage are all included. So is gas heat unless you exceed the utility company’s estimate on heating costs, based on their historic services. Unless you all have to heat the house above the norm or if there is an abnormally cold winter, you won’t have to pay extra. I would advise keeping that attic door closed, though. The house is wired for cable TV, but that’s not included. You can contract with the cable company for internet service and get a wireless modem. Or you can just use your cellular hotspots.” The agent paused. “I’ll tell you one other thing. We usually rent to six individuals and charge each one five hundred a month on a nine-month lease. That’s total rent of three thousand a month. We could get more if the owner authorized a general fix-up. I don’t usually see a group that’s committing together, but if you will sign a single twelve-month lease with one person, or at most a couple, who is responsible, I can cut one-fifty off the cost. Each. Total rent would be twenty-one hundred a month. That’s a big discount I wouldn’t offer most people.”

We left with a lot to think about.

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