Making the best…Pt. 2

As promised, part 2 of Making the best…

It wasn’t a long drive to the town where Dean lived. Only an hour once he got on the interstate, but it gave him a chance to think a lot about everything that had happened. He’d caught his girlfriend in bed with his roommate, but that freed him to have some incredible sex with his gorgeous dealer. Then, when his girlfriend sprung herself on him, he’d gotten some of their roughest and most enjoyable sex ever before tossing her naked into the hallway of his dorm with cum dripping out of her ass and made it very clear that they were over. The sight still made him laugh, even if he did feel slightly guilty. All in all, Dean thought he’d definitely made the best out of a bad situation.

Now, the only thing troubling Dean was all the questions his Mom would have about why he was showing up a day early. He didn’t really want to explain that Amanda was a cheating whore. Especially because his mom had always had something against blondes and had told Dean from the start that Amanda would end up being no good.

Well, nothing I can do about that now Dean thought as he pulled into his driveway. He grabbed his first bag of stuff and started walking towards the front door. He called out as he walked into the house and stood by the front door awaiting the onslaught of questions, but no one appeared to badger him. Apparently his Mom and little sister were out. Probably celebrating their last night without him, he joked to himself, knowing how badly they’d been at each others throats all year without him in the house to mediate. Dean’s Dad had passed away a few years before of some weird heart condition. Fortunately for the family his life insurance policy plus his Mom’s job were more than enough to pay the bills and send everyone to college.

Dean sent out the text that he was back in town, obviously excluding John, and managed to unpack his car pretty quickly. Remembering that nothing is actually official until it’s “facebook official” he pulled out his laptop and changed his relationship status to “single.” Oh, the stupid things you have to do just because you’re part of the youth generation.

Getting texts from a couple of buddies about some party at Michelle’s, he decided that partying and getting drunk would be a good way to kick off his summer. Dean wrote a short note for his Mom, letting her know he was home from school a day early and went out with some high school friends, but not to wait up. Satisfied, he headed out the door and hopped in his car.

Realizing that he’d have to get something in his stomach if he didn’t want to pass out an hour into the party, Dean decided to hit up a small diner on his way out of town toward Michelle’s. It wasn’t busy for a Saturday night, but Dean had never seen this place very busy. He grabbed a menu on his way in and sat down at a booth. A cute girl named Maggie, who was a year younger than Dean and he knew from high school sports, walked up to his table, apparently his waitress. “Dean! Oh my God! I haven’t seen you since you graduated! How’ve you been?” she blurted out amazingly fast.

Wow, she was a lot peppier than Dean remembered or maybe he’d just mellowed out from a year at college. “Good, good. College is great. How’s high school? You graduate in a week, right?”

“Yes! It’s so exciting! I’m so ready to be done and finally start college. Actually, we’ll be going to school together again! I got a track scholarship! You should definitely come to graduation next week! It’ll be awesome!”

Holy crap, this girl is excited about everything! “Oh, cool. Congrats. And..um..yeah, of course I’ll be at graduation, my sister is a senior as well haha.”

“Oh! Duh!” Maggie said, slapping herself on the forehead in an over exaggerated manner. “Well, I guess I should do my job before I get fired. What can I get ya?”

After several more minutes of dealing with her overly bubbly personality and a few more when she brought my food, I finally got to enjoy what was a pretty good dinner. Half way through I looked up to a rather surprising sight. My beautiful little sister, Christi, dressed like a complete slut…or…well, like 95% of girls her age. Her cut off jean shorts could barely cover her big, round ass and the spaghetti strap top she was wearing didn’t come close to covering her navel. Before she even spots me, I already feel awful for thinking so harshly of her appearance. I guess it’s just a bad habit I picked up after Dad passed away.

I put a grin on my face and wave at her. For my effort I get the best gift possible for a big brother, as a huge smile takes up most her face and she immediately rushes towards me to throw her arms around me in a huge hug. I can’t even see anything as my face is engulfed by her luscious jet black hair. Impulsively I take a whiff of her hair, which smells incredible. Disentangling from me she finally sits down next to me in the booth. “Big brother! Mom said you weren’t coming home until tomorrow?”

“Geez, and I thought you’d be happy to see me,” I blurt teasingly before I can think, and immediately feel bad when I see the hurt look on her face, until I realize she’s just teasing me back. Realizing honesty is the best policy, and that maybe she’ll tell Mom so I don’t have to, I tell her everything that happened. Well not everything, just catching Amanda with John and then throwing her out of my room later that day. Christi looks pretty happy about this whole situation and it kind of pisses me off that she must’ve thought Amanda was such bad news too.

Quickly I wipe this thought from my mind, just happy to be with my little sister again. She stayed with me and talked for a while until I was almost done with dinner and her friends had apparently become a little impatient with her. Giving me a big kiss on the cheek she took off and I finished eating.