A new day, a new me part 11

I know it takes me a bit to put these out; I either put out small bursts or a longer chapter. In case people don’t understand the whole work/family/obligations thing it keeps me from writing most of the time. Anyway back to work.

Buzzer goes off at six and I’m out of bed as quietly and quickly as my body will move me. I get into my work out shorts and a tank top and creep through the house and bypass anything not resembling the garage/gym. I stretch out a bit then it’s all heavy bag, it takes about ten minutes for my body to wake up when I really start to feel my bruises. As much as it hurts I keep remembering the kick that broke my nose, the last bat swing, getting blinded and held down so some Indian fuck can tell me why he hates the fact that I have a big enough cock to fuck his fiancé and he doesn’t.

I don’t know how long I’ve been hitting the bag but it’s not moving like it was when I started. I stop and pull back from the body shots I’m giving ‘gigantor’ number 1 to see my dad holding the bag. I move into kicks and I never understood that fucking Rocky movie and breaking ribs in a side of beef until now.

“You going to talk to me about it or should I just tell your mother that you’re having serious issues,” Dad asks me still holding the bag.

I shrug and let off another kick and take the tape off my feet to check. Dad points me to the bench and sits me down to do the check himself.

“I have to tell your mother something boy,” Dad asks again.

“I want pain, I want to give pain and I want to lick the blood and tears off their faces and have their families watch me do it,” I reply angrier than I was that first day when I found Heather and Derek in the music room.

“Okay, so tell her you’re working things out and will be fine,” Dad says smiling.

I look at him with a puzzled look, did I just get a blessing or an alibi. Dad rewraps my foot and we get back to me and the heavy bag. We’re at it for I don’t even keep track of how long before he stops me and directs me to the shower. I pass Mom in the dining room who smiles weakly to me and gets back to making breakfast.

I’m out of the shower and see that it’s about eight in the morning; I get dressed and watch as the girls pile out of their rooms for breakfast. I get through my second plate and realize that Mom, Liz and Katy are all staring at me while Dad eats and reads the paper.

“Am I interesting this morning,” I ask downing my last piece of bacon.

“Are you feeling okay honey,” Mom asks.

I shrug and clear my plate in the sink then head off to my room to look at facebook and I decide to update my status. ‘Up and fighting mad, good breakfast and time to fuck people up’ I leave on the page. I read the post and get to site surfing.

I cool off after a bit and see it’s eleven when I get a knock on my door. Jun steps in and freezes when he sees my face.

“Holy Christ did you get into a fight with the football team,” Jun asks closing the door.

“Nope but I really want to meet up with them again,” I reply letting him have the chair.

He takes the seat shaking his head and plugs my phone into his laptop then both of them into my computer. I let him work and get a book and hop onto my bed to read.

“Okay so what did you say to my Mom the other day,” Jun finally asks me.

“Why man, does it matter,” I reply remembering his mom.

“Dude she is calmer than I’ve ever seen her, she is taking Natsuko out for shopping and lunch, they are buying me clothes while they are out, and my Dad apparently got lucky for the first time since before Natsuko was born cause he’s smiling,” Jun tells me looking up from the computers.

I shrug and head over to the computer/cable thing Jun has assembled. He runs over all the technical babble about phone book, sim card and salvageable info. He uploads my phone numbers to my address book on my computer when Katy pops in.

“Hey Jun, Guy your Mom says she’s gonna go get you a new phone and I’m getting some clothes,” Katy hesitates on the last word,” We’ll be back later since you have company. Oh Jun, be here when I get back so you can walk me through my studies.”

“Alright, get yourself a tough hooded jacket,” I tell Katy as she heads out.

“Did she just talk to me like a person,” Jun asks me.

I chuckle and go over the whole story of what happened when I got jumped and that I knew one of the guys who did it. As we’re talking I notice he’s wearing blue jeans and a thin white T-shirt.

“So what’s with the shirt,” I ask.

“Only t-shirts I own are undershirts,” Jun tells me pulling at the thin white shirt.

“Here man, wear this and get it back when you get better ones,” I tell him tossing him a black JTHM shirt,” Also tell your sister or mom to get you a tough hooded coat.”

I watch him put my shirt on and send off a text message to one of the women. I get back to showing him my bruises on my chest and back.

“So you’re going to get even with them I’m guessing,” Jun asks.

“No, I’m going to make shit hurt,” I reply coldly.

“So what can I do man,” Jun asks me.

I pause for a second. He wants in, he’s known me for less than a week and he’s going to help me beat some ass. I start laughing till my bruises stop me and he’s got a puzzled and pissed look on his face.

“What the hell is so funny,” Jun asks hotly.

“When was the last time you were actually in a fight,” I get out trying to slow my breathing.

“Doesn’t matter, you can kick some people around and they’re just going to hit you back. If you really want to get payback you need to hit them with something that says ‘I can own your ass’,” Jun says calming back down.

“Okay consigliore, get me info so I can break them but I will kick someone’s ass for this,” I tell him pointing to my nose and the stitches on my head.

I tell him exactly what was said and let him do the networking with his friends. While he works we bullshit about school and girls, he tells me he couldn’t get the girl to come by the day he brought Katy to his place. I sit back and think about it for a few minutes. We discuss Katy being here and I explain the situation and have him save all the pictures on my phone. I walk him through how to talk to the girl he wants and what to do if she hesitates.

“Okay so what if she flat out says no,” Jun asks.

“Then you walk; don’t talk to her unless she finds you. Don’t hang out around her, and don’t speak to her friends about her,” I tell him,” If she’s interested she’ll come to you otherwise she ain’t worth the work you’ll do to get her to pay attention.

My facebook starts getting messages from Mathilda on it. Jun lets me have the chair and I respond that I’m here. She says she tried texting me, I tell her about my phone when I hear a clicking. Jun is taking pics of my nose and stitches with his camera phone. I get back to Mathilda and tell her what happened, she gives me the ‘wait that was you and you’re still alive’. Apparently the rumor is that a high school student was mugged and beaten to death. I ask her what she’s doing today and agree to meet up with her when she’s free in an hour; she says she’ll pick me up since I should avoid walking.

“Wait, you’re dating Katy and some girl named Kori, now you’re going to meet another girl from another school named Mathilda later today,” Jun says to me confused.

“Is there a question in there or just a statement of my life,” I ask Jun.

“Well I’m just wondering if you’re starting a harem or something,” Jun inquires.

I try to explain the situation with Kori and Katy, and then add to it some of the other women I’ve been with since this whole thing started leaving out Tracy and his mom.

“So what do I do if Katy tries to pay me for help with school work with sex,” Jun finally asks.

“Well since you’re not with the mystery girl then I say go for it if that’s what she’s doing,” I tell him calmly,” honestly since Katy and Kori know I’m having sex with other girls I figure that you’re safe enough.”

He nods and gets back to his friend networking; I start to hate this part of the game. I’m stuck watching other people gather information while I sit around nursing wounds and get angrier about not doing. The door opening snaps me to my senses, its Dad motioning me out to the living room. I round the corner and see all 6’4” Amazon build of Mathilda clad in blue jeans and a flannel shirt with a denim jacket.

“Are you heading out and is the Asian boy staying here,” Dad asks.

I head back and grab my coat, leaving Jun instructions for what I want with information and to leave me a message on my computer if Lajita wants to talk to me. I tell Dad everything will be fine I just need to clear my head and step out with Mathilda. We step out and I see she’s got her little car with her and I pile in the passenger’s side and we head away from my home.

“It’s been over a week,” Mathilda decides to break the silence,” and you haven’t called or texted or nothing. Now you want to meet up and you look like you’ve been beaten with a stick.”

“It was a bat,” I reply chuckling,” they hit me with a bat.”

“You got jumped and now you wanna hang out with me,” Mathilda asks pulling into a decentish neighborhood.

“I need someone I can talk to who isn’t everyday involved in my life,” I tell her as we pull into a single floor house’s driveway.

We get out of her small car and she unlocks the door letting me inside. It’s a little like true bachelors pad only a little cleaner, older furniture and random mail piled up next to one recliner. I pass the living room and follow Mathilda to her room. I never thought I would walk into the room my dad probably dreamed of for me as a baby but I just did. Sports posters on the wall, a damn weight bench in the corner and a twin bed up against the wall for space. I let Mathilda take a spot on her bench while I sit on her bed.

“So not many guys come over I take it,” I ask moving back up against the wall.

“I don’t get much company period,” Mathilda tells me looking at her hands in her lap,” I don’t have a lot of friends at school.”

“You are the captain of your basket ball team and you don’t have friends,” I ask slightly dumbfounded.

“I’m a freak, Dad raised me for years and now that I’m old enough he takes more work driving truck,” She tells me still staring down,” I got weights for my fourteenth birthday for fuck’s sake.”

“And I’m the product of a drunk and an ex-military combat junkie,” I tell her pulling back my hood,” You are a six foot Amazon, just figure out what you want and do it. I know why I’m here but do you?”

Mathilda finally breaks from looking at her hands and looks straight at me with a little fear and sadness. I watch her get up and motion me to stay put while she heads out of the room. I take my cue and strip down to my boxer briefs and lay down under the covers.

“Okay, if you laugh I swear to god I’m going to make what happened to you this weekend look like a trip to Disney land,” I hear Mathilda ask from the hallway.

I watch Mathilda come back around the corner, yellow lace bra and matching panties. I pull the blankets back and invite her over into her own bed. She walks over quickly and slides into bed with me, pulling the blankets over us.

“I’m really nerv…,” Mathilda gets about that far when I stop her talking with a kiss.

I start to wrap her up in my arms when I get pull by my hips and rolled onto my back. Quickly my shorts get yanked off and I watch Mathilda slip under the covers. I feel Mathilda take my cock in her hand, it’s rough and unfamiliar as I let her stroke me hard when I feel her lips on my cock. It’s warm and wet but not familiar take maybe 2 inches at a time.

“Okay, put your hand on what’s not in your mouth and work it up and down while you use your mouth,” I tell her pulling the blankets off her head.

I feel her put her hand back onto my cock as she follows my instructions slowing giving me her presumably first blowjob. Mathilda starts slow and almost methodical but it’s starting to feel good and I am fully hard now but I want more. I let her keep working while I move us to our sides and after some prodding have her facing me on her side in a sixty nine. I get her to spread her legs a little bit, I realize she could probably crush my skull with her thighs but I pull the nicest panties I’ve seen aside and start tonguing her clit. Mathilda reacts immediately with moaning on my cock and lets it fall from her mouth gasping; I wrap my arm around her hip and bury my face into her pussy.

I realize that she shaved for this since that night in the locker room as I take my tongue and run it in circles along the entrance to Mathilda’s pussy.