Back In The Closet Again
A full day passed before Alex was able to catch his breath. Between work and wrapping up loose ends around the house, he wasn't able to dwell on the events of the past weekend. It was a much-welcomed break from the chaos. Once Tuesday afternoon rolled around he felt the need to get out of the house and hopped on his bike, speeding over to see what his friend Ben was up to.
"Hey man, how's it going?" Ben asked as he opened the door.
"Good, busy with work and stuff. How's it with you? Caught any good shows lately?" Alex asked with a grin. He quickly looked inside to make sure Megan wasn't right there.
"Come on in, nobody else is home. And no I haven't," Ben frowned. "I hope that wasn't a one-time thing. I almost have the camera set up. You'll have to come back and check it out soon."
"You have issues, man. Why don't you just go talk to Megan, try to get closer to her? Who knows what might happen? Might end up way better than just spying on her," Alex said, thinking of his sister by the pool last weekend.
"Yeah right. Never happen," Ben said with finality. "What about Carrie, any progress there?"
"You have no idea, dude. She's pretty much taken me under her wing. Calls herself my sex mentor. She wants to get me into all kinds of trouble," He replied, leaving out the juicy details of their Monday morning encounter.
"Holy shit man. You are so lucky. What is she having you do?" asked Ben, prodding for details.
"That's part of the problem, I don't even know until it happens. She said she just wants to point me in the right direction and let me figure it out naturally, whatever that means," Alex answered, intentionally keeping it vague. "She also said she didn't want to be my girlfriend. Yet, anyway. I got the feeling she doesn't want to be anyone's girlfriend."
"I dunno man, it sounds like you're getting all the positives and none of the negatives out of that deal. Like a friends with benefits situation, or more like friend plus her other friends with benefits." Ben said, obviously over thinking Alex's predicament.
"I guess that's true, but it'd still be nice to be steady with someone, you know?" Alex said and sighed.
"Whatever man, I'd take your parade of hot college girls over a girlfriend any day of the week," Ben said laughing. "Maybe you can put in a good word for me?" he added, obviously jealous of Alex's recent successes with the ladies.
"Sure dude, and I guess you're right. No need to hurry into anything," Alex answered. He felt his phone buzz and looked down at it. "Sorry, I gotta run. A client's freaking out about something."
Ben nodded and said, "Good luck, but I don't think you're gonna need it."
"Later, dude," Alex said as he turned and walked to his motorcycle.
As he rode is street bike home, Alex considered Ben's way of looking at his predicament. He had a girl, but she wasn't his girlfriend, and apparently she wanted him to get his rocks off in as many different ways as he could. He guessed that didn't sound so bad. But it was strange, everything had been strange since that night on the couch with Carrie.
Alex arrived home and parked his bike. Upstairs he could tell his sisters were in their rooms and left them undisturbed. He thought about his mom, she would be coming back from Italy soon which would be a welcome change for Alex. Since their father passed away suddenly she'd struggled to maintain both a household and a steady job.
Alex used a small piece of his fortune to buy their family home in order to give her the freedom to do whatever she wanted, to heal herself after the loss. That money, plus a hefty life insurance payout, meant that she could spend the rest of her life traveling the world if she chose to. So in an unconventional role reversal, mom fled the nest rather than her grown kids. Alex, Lily, and Casey all supported her decision and happily bore the added responsibilities of maintaining the household. But it was a lot of work, and Alex longed to have his mom, a constant source of support, back in his life; even if just for a short while.
He worried about his sister Lily. He knew money wouldn't solve whatever was eating at her. After what Carrie said, he really just wanted her to be happy. She needed direction or she would get into real trouble. But he didn't know what to do, she was so closed off to him. He could only hope Carrie would help her in some way.
Alex sighed and walked into his office. He opened his computer and a line of communication to his panicking client. After ten minutes he resolved the issue and then immediately sent off a thousand dollar invoice, his minimum rate for a rush job. Alex was a computer and network security expert. He kept hackers at bay for a living. He built several core software components while he was in high school that were now used by nearly every large financial institution in the world to secure their networks. He'd since sold the company he founded when he was sixteen but smartly retained the rights and patents to his earliest and most lucrative creations. It pained him to bail on his company after only two years, but it was a deal he couldn't pass up. It secured his and his family's financial future for decades.
Shortly after five o'clock, his phone chimed. "My house at 6" was all it said. Time for another of Carrie's lessons. Alex was surprised that he wasn't even a little bit scared, anxious maybe, and certainly aroused. His pants stiffened while he considered the possibilities of what Carrie may do to him. He hadn't had a released since her lips were wrapped around him. "I'll be there," he replied.
Alex flew through the rest of his work with laser focus, motivated by sex as only a nineteen-year-old could be. At ten to six, he went downstairs and left a note on the table that read "Went to Ben's for dinner, back by 10 - Alex". It was common for him and his sisters to go to out for dinner, especially nights when their mother was gone. His absence wouldn't raise suspicion.
Alex arrived at Carrie's door at exactly six o'clock and parked his motorcycle around the side of her house, out of view of the street. Before he had a chance to knock she opened the door dressed in a billowy off-the-shoulder white blouse with floral embroidery and hip-hugger jeans that flared out from her calves. She was the picturesque image of an angelic hippie chick from the sixties, all that was missing were flowers in her hair.
"Right on time, I like that in a man," she said nodding.
Alex smiled, punctuality was important. He quickly said "Hi," then glanced over his shoulder at the flower beds lining the porch. Spotting what he sought, he said, "Don't move," then quickly skipped back down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Carrie asked in surprise from inside the doorway.
Alex stooped and picked a daisy from the garden. He leaped back up the stairs in two long strides and stood in front of the flummoxed redhead. "May I?" he asked, holding out the white and yellow flower. Without waiting for a response he reached to tuck her curly hair behind an ear and gently pushed the short stem into her fiery mane. He stepped back to admire his work and said, "There, now you're perfect, and you look amazing!" Alex leaned in kissed her lightly, surreptitiously sliding his hand down to quickly cup her mound over her jeans. "You said I could do this whenever I wanted," he whispered in her ear. He stepped back and smiled like a smitten boy.
Carrie laughed, then blushed deep red at his compliments and gestures. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you, little man," she said, green eyes flashing brilliantly. "And I know, but today this isn't for you," she waved her hands down her front, "Well, not entirely. Come in, let's go upstairs, we don't have a lot of time." Without giving him a chance to respond she turned inside.
Alex closed the door and followed her closely, eyes glued to the tight denim that hugged her sweeping curves. Up the stairs she went, hips swaying hypnotically. She paused midway and Alex bumped into her, nearly planting his face into her butt. Carrie laughed, "You're like a puppy, you know. But I suppose that's to be expected after what I've done to you." She continued walking and Alex gave her an extra step, taking yet another lesson in stride.
He'd only been in Carrie's room once when he was much younger. It was different now, she had movie and rock album posters on the walls. Her desk was cluttered with papers and books, a small laptop peeking out from the mess. Her bed was big, queen sized. She also had a smaller daybed full of cushions and pillows under her window. On the opposite side was a large closet with a pair of slatted bifold doors. Bright white and crimson red blankets, pillows, and throws were positioned strategically. He even noticed a couple stuffed animals seated in the corner.
