A New Day, A New Us part 7

Waking up on Saturday after the Friday afternoon I had I find myself sore and still tired but it’s only six in the morning and I feel like I have I few things to do but pleasure before revenge for me. I pull myself from bed quietly and wearing just my boxer briefs I creep out of my room and into Katy’s just a few feet down the hall. She’s still sleeping and I see her upper half sticking out of the bed. I get the door closed and creep up alongside Katy and with my body held up over hers and looking down just wait for her to realize I’m there. It takes a moment but I get to watch as she goes from groggy to ‘how the hell did you get there’.

“Good morning sweetie,” I whisper before laying a soft kiss on her lips.

I feel her pull the blankets up around me before pulling me into bed and wrapping every limb she has around me and mine. I keep kissing Katy soft and slowly enjoying as she warms up to me. I feel one of her hands trail down and after a little maneuvering my shorts are down under my balls with my cock free and hard, a little more work and I can feel Katy’s pussy working its way around my ‘head’. A couple adjustments and I slide inside easily and both of us groan while kissing.

“What did I do to get the surprise,” Katy asks breaking the kiss.

I smirk a little and start taking slow strokes in and out of Katy, she’s as tight as usual and for a wake up I think I’m doing pretty well. I feel her shift a little and I get seated all the way in and start to get into a rhythm. I trail kisses down Katy’s jaw line and around her neck as she paws at my back before she starts giggling. I pause and look down to see what’s so funny but a well placed hand on my ass is pulling me back to the task at hand. I speed up a little and focus on the slick tight feeling of Katy as I keep working in and out of her. It’s weird for Katy and I can tell, she’s been so used to me being rougher and more forceful when we have sex. I get a little tingle in my cock and Katy can tell, I feel her start to shift and after a little more maneuvering we get rolled over onto my back. I trail my hands up her tank top and start to squeeze her breast lightly.

“Let me do some of the work before you finish early,” Katy says quietly.

I let her sit up and I get to see her in the morning lack of light and with the tank top on I get a nice shot of her figure. A hand trails down her body and I watch Katy start rubbing her clit lightly, I feel her hips start rotating around giving me the full treatment. I really want to hold out but I can tell she’s getting close to cumming too, I grit my teeth and the circles turn to a hard and fast bouncing. I take my hands away from Katy’s breasts and watch them bounce while contained by her tank top. I feel her start to clamp down on me and I let go my first few shots inside Katy’s warm pussy, she jerks a little with shock before nearly head butting me as she collapses forward and kisses/moans into my mouth with her orgasm. I kiss her back and we grind out our final moments together before Katy rolls off of me and start to clean up. I lay there and feel more warm and bobbing on my member as she takes matters of my cleaning in her own mouth.

“Now do you want to tell me what I did to deserve some early morning love from the stud,” Katy says crawling back under the covers.

“You were so good yesterday with not being hung up on what was happening I figured I’d pay you back before you started to feel left out,” I tell her letting her curl up next to me.

We cuddle and relax for at least an hour when Katy’s phone starts going off, I let her check it while I sneak out and back to my room. A quick change and I get into the gym/garage to work out the rest of my muscles. Katy joins me and we work on her form while talking about next moves, I explain the new ‘movie’ plan that I have and Katy give me a warning to keep Liz in the loop. I debate it but I can tell Katy is right. The majority of the morning goes well and I let Liz know that Jun is working on the final presentation and that he’ll keep things from getting too out of hand. She insists on the delivery and I relent to her getting me a hug in the process. I figure on spending the afternoon at home but Mom decides that I need to help her with grocery shopping, which I never do and a little put off we head out together.

“We don’t talk much anymore do we Guy,” Mom says on the way.

“We talk plenty. We talk at meals and when we’re out like this,” I reply confused.

“What I mean is that we aren’t talking about everything. You and your Father are on the warpath and all these secret meetings are killing me so we need to really talk,” Mom says a little upset,” I used to know you and now you’re this angry young man who spits out freedom march speeches while breaking people’s bones.”

“Mom I’m a monster,” I tell her quietly.

“No you are my son, there needs to be a point where you will have to stop and say enough,” Mom says pulling over to talk.

“I don’t think I have one. I am almost enjoying the conflict,” I tell her getting a stoic look.

“That’s because you feel you are justified because of what happened to Kori. But there has to be a point where you just fight because all you’ve done is fight, have you even tried to sit down and talk with some of these people,” Mom asks shutting the engine off.

“Mom they are coming at me, they point me out when I’m there just to get a reaction. All of this is Heather trying to get back something she threw away. I know you’d like a peaceful resolution to it but that’s just not an option anymore,” I tell her quietly,” Had someone done this to you Dad wouldn’t have wasted as much time as I have going after them. You love him but I know what he’s capable of, trust me when I say that I’m being pretty damn merciful.”

“Mercy isn’t something that comes at the end of a fist or boot,” Mom says calming me down.

“Okay, so what do you suggest,” I ask plainly.

“Set up a meeting with this boy, show him that Heather is using him to get you back. If she’s treating everyone like their expendable then I say prove to him that she’s not to be trusted,” Mom says starting up the engine.

We get to the store and do the family food shopping, it’s a quiet time with small talk and I can tell she’s not going to let this go. It’s the ride home and the maddening silence that provokes Mom to start in with more talking.

“I want you to find a way to contact this Kyle and arrange a sit down between the two of you,” Mom says as we pull in the driveway,” I want you to find a way and make it happen.”

“I can’t do that, it goes against everything I’m trying to do,” I tell her as we exit the car.

I get the food from the car and load it inside for Mom but she’s being very quiet about everything while we get it put away. As soon as she’s done I watch her head off to her bedroom and close the door, along the way she passes by Liz and Katy who give me a ‘what’s wrong’ look. I shrug and when Dad joins us in the living room I tell him about the conversation her and I had while we were out. I see his face get grim and we all watch him head into the parent bedroom. All three of us sit down in the living room and wait quietly as the parents talk things out. It’s about two in the afternoon when they come out and Dad has his bad news look on his face.

“Talk to the Asian boy and get this Kyle’s number, have a sit down with him this afternoon and try to come to some form of peace,” Dad says getting all three of us to freeze,” You’ll have a sit down and either come to some sort of peace or get a feel for how to handle this kid.”

“Dad this goes against everything you’ve told me about how to take them down,” I tell them both getting up,” I have a sit down and they’re gonna see past this fear I’ve got them in and then it’s going to be an uphill battle from there.”

“I understand that Guy, but we’re asking you to try,” Dad says trying to calm me down.

“Guy maybe you should try a peaceful way out for once,” Liz says from the couch,” How long before the
rest of us get hurt by this.”

“It’s a war, I told all of you from the start that this wasn’t going to be fun or pretty. Pain is the only thing I can count on when it comes to this,” I spit out to everyone in the room,” Either I bring the pain to them or they just keep hurting me through my friends and family.”

Everyone in the room is quiet and I can hear the tension starting to wear on us all with the conversation. I make a point of exiting the room quickly as I see Mom start to try to speak to me again. I sit quietly in my computer chair and wonder what the hell happened with my family, supportive for a week now they want me to stop. I would have been done with this before the weekend but I just listened to more people’s ideas when I should have just run in head first and got shit done. A quiet knock pulls me out of my brooding and I see Mom come in and I can tell she’s been doing some crying, wonderful.

“I need to clarify something with you, I understand what happened to Kori was horrible and I am not saying to turn the other cheek on it. I just want you to explain to me why he has you so wound up that you can’t even hear me out when I’m talking about a peaceful option,” Mom asks sitting down on my bed.

I go into what Kyle and Heather’s group has been doing around the school; I explain the bullying and the attacks on everyone in and out of my group. The whole time Mom sits down and listens quietly letting me get it all out as I go from talking to angry ranting. I finally finish and Mom has me sit next to her on the bed, I do so and she takes my hand as I sit.

“Just talk to him, learn about him if you’re going to destroy him then learn how to do that,” Mom says softly.

“I know how I’m gonna hurt him Mom, I am getting his girlfriend,” I reply quietly.

“You don’t want to talk with him then you do what I say when it comes to her, none of this eye for an eye with her,” Mom says with a level of finality in her voice.

We sit and I explain how I have no clue who she is and how to approach her. Mom starts to talk about how to speak to women and I start laughing, she gets me to sit down and explains it in Mom talk.

“Boy listen up because you don’t seem to understand what I’m talking about,” Mom says sitting me down in my chair,” You have all these women around you because they came after you. Get me the information on this girl and then we’ll go over what to do.”

I watch her leave and get Jun and Isaac on the phone, apparently Jun’s been burning the candle at both ends and Isaac has been working like a man possessed to get me more info on the mystery girlfriend. He says he’s been working on it and I give him my address and have Jun forward the basics to my computer. It takes a few minutes but the data is in a wonderful little file at my inbox and I start going through the details; Rachael Killian, Junior with some college credits on her transcripts, part of a book club at her school and lives almost the whole way across town. I keep reading and see that Jun really went all out breaking through all her account info and personal info sites just to get me her likes and dislikes. Isaac shows up and we start going over some of the basics, she’s quiet and a reader not a doer. He thinks that she’s an uptight prude but I decide to consult the ‘expert’ on the subject. I call Mom into my room and Isaac gives her the spot on the bed and I relay the findings on my new target. Mom listens quietly while we explain the ideas on the girl and Mom does her best to listen in before she starts laughing. Both Isaac and I sit quietly while we wonder what Mom finds so funny.

“You mean with all your digging you think this girl is a bookworm who doesn’t get out,” Mom tells us calming down from her laughing fit,” Look at what she reads, there are more trashy romance novels in that list of books read than I care to count. She’s a free spirit guy, she wants adventure and romance. Hell half of the books she reads the women have multiple lovers because she’s untamed.”

“Okay how the hell do you get that from all that we explained,” Isaac asks confused.

“I’m a mother and a woman boy, I have more experience being a woman that you’ll ever have being with a woman in your entire life. Trust me, you want in get her location and do exactly what I tell you,” Mom says laying out her plan.

We listen and Mom starts laying out clothes for me to wear with Isaac staring in disbelief as she goes over the exact way to get this girl to approach me. I’m a little put off by it but either this or peace talks and if it makes Mom back off then I’ll give it a shot. I’m not decked out preppy but I’m wearing one of my nice silk shirts and decent cargo pants when Mom hands me a romance novel from what I can only guess is Liz’s collection. I get a location from Isaac and tell him to be on standby in the area just in case. I grab my leather jacket and head out to the public park downtown where her last post said she’d be at. I head over on my bike at Mom’s recommendation, but it’s not like I prefer to drive a car.

There’s a little sun out but it’s a cool fall day and the park isn’t packed but I still take a few moments to walk around and find my target, she’s sitting at a table alone reading as I make my approach. I keep to the plan and don’t acknowledge her as I sit at the opposite corner and take out my new reading material, I get my coat off and start to get into probably the sappiest novel I’ve ever had the misfortune of reading. I’m about half way through the second chapter of drivel when I hear someone trying to talk.

“Excuse me but what series is that,” I hear coming from my quarry.

“Honestly I don’t know, I’m looking for some inspiration for dealing with my girlfriends,” I tell the girl not looking up.

“You have girlfriends,” She asks emphasizing the plural.

“Yeah,” I say looking up and seeing a disgusted look on her face,” oh not like that. I have multiple girlfriends but they all know each other and spend time together.”

I can see she’s skeptical at my admission but I return to my ‘book’ when I notice she’s moved next to me.

“What do you mean by inspiration,” She asks confused.

“Having multiple girlfriends is taxing, what works to make one feel special isn’t what works for the others. I’m trying to come up with some ideas on how to make one feel really special soon,” I explain,” who are you again?”

“Oh I’m sorry, Rachael,” She says holding out her hand.

I take her hand in mine; she’s got a firmer grip than I thought. I give her my name and try to turn back to my reading but she’s got more questions.

“So why have four girlfriends,” Rachael asks.

“They chose me, I had an open relationship with the first one and it just kind of exploded from there,” I explain leaving out details,” besides it’s not like the women in this book don’t run around sleeping with these guys are being honest with all of them.”

“But the women have been repressed by their lives and station and the lover’s are how their expressing their want for freedom,” Rachael explains.

“Yeah but with no honesty they’re going to burn out every relationship they have,” I tell her closing the book to continue the debate.

“No they need the fire to embolden themselves to blossom into who they are,” Rachael explains in impassioned tones.

“Wow, either you really relate to these women or you are a drama nut,” I say chuckling.

We both laugh for a minute but she’s still hard into trying to convince me that the characters aren’t the cheating harpies or something.

“So if you’re so keen on these women tell me about your love life, you must have a boyfriend,” I ask getting a quiet look.

“I do, we talk and share our thoughts and feelings but he likes the separation of me from everything else in his life so he can relax when we’re together,” Rachael explains going into her life.

“Well it doesn’t sound so great by your tone. Sounds more like you are looking for some adventure like you heroines,” I tell her keeping it the subject off of me.

“It’s fine, I just feel like sometimes there’s parts of his life that I could help with but he keeps it separate,” She says a little sadly,” I have met his family a couple times and we’ve been dating over a year. I guess I’m just being greedy is all.”

“No you just want a real relationship and you don’t feel like you’re having one,” I tell her,” more than that you want to do things in your life and you don’t feel like you are.”

“Yeah, I want more. Guess it’s why I’m reading all these books,” Rachael says a little put off.

My god I love my mom, not a prude or a closet freak either. She was right about the book and the conversation but I’m stuck now with where to go. I let her sit for a minute and decide to go for broke.

“Okay I have an idea but you probably won’t like it,” I tell Rachael getting her attention,” Ever ride on a motorcycle?”

“No I don’t know anyone who owns one,” She says a little skeptical.

I get up and grab my coat and Liz’s book and head towards my bike.