Minding Others, part 3

Chapter 3


Here’s the kicker. That day at school, when I masturbated, I pretended the set of events was my fault. I went so far as to call my cock the ‘Horn Key’. All I had to do was point my cock at a woman and she would beg me for sex. The trouble was, none of them had. In typical revisionist thinking, post orgasm, I decided that sort of fantasy was directly responsible for old men in raincoats. I dismissed the concept. It returned to me later that night.

Mother was yelling at Rodney when I arrived home from school. She stopped when she heard me enter, but it had been loud enough to escape the house. With luck, the neighbors were hiding behind two of their own doors with the windows and curtains shut.

“I don’t know whether your principal is full of bullshit, or you’re an aspiring prankster. This is not acceptable behavior in any case!”

“But mom…”

“Look,” Mom interrupted. “This may be the new age of teenage sexual awakenings, but there are still plenty of us old fogies who are willing to call their lawyers to deal with these kinds of things. This house can’t afford to be sued over your principal’s story that you led three innocents into lewd public acts.”

“I didn’t do anything. They just attacked me.” Rod stood his ground.

“Rod, you’ve been a good son long enough. I can believe you, but our community is going to blame the guy first. Girls are only blamed when they’ve been raped.”

I opened the front door. Their focus shattered. Rod looked relieved.

“Hey sport, I got detention!” My brother beamed, hoping to break mom’s anger.

Mom noticed me with an abbreviated smile and walked into the kitchen.

I approached Rod and hit his arm. “Idiot.”

“Batten down, before I bat you back.” He flared.

“Shut up, both of you.” Mother yelled. Her voice cracked.

Rod grabbed my shirt and dragged me to his room.

“Jules, mom’s had a rougher day than either of us. Miss Hardass phoned her and I had to bring notes from the classes I missed. I just wish to hell I understood what happened. You were there. What did you see?”

“I dunno. It looked like you might finally lose your virginity on Glen Loch High’s front steps. What did the girls say?”

“Miss Hardass questioned them separately, but I met Wendy before they sent us home. She told me that when she saw Ursula and Sabrina climbing all over me, she wanted to beat them lifeless so she could kill me. Then all of a sudden, they disappeared. All she could see was me, and her body leaped to kiss me before she even realized it. She said, she’d never been so horny in her life.”

“Wow, can I use your aftershave?” I was struck. His story had prepared the ground for a new tent in my pants.

“Cut the jokes. Everyone’s upset, even me, but I’m worried most about mom.”

“Did you hear what happened in my history class?” I switched events.

“Oh yeah, Mr. Corother’s shepherded Holly and Carolyn into Miss Hardass’s office while I was waiting for the next round of The Inquisition. Maybe their story was what saved me from being expelled. I heard Holly was expelled.”

“Oh, no!” It really hurt. I punched my palm.

“She put up quite a fight. I could hear her yelling right back at the vice principal. ‘I ought to stick my head up YOUR dress, cunt, and then you’d know what the fuck made me do it.’ She started to cry like a little girl the moment she shut the office door behind her.”

“Damn, I wish I could call her. She wasn’t the only one who lost it. Carolyn was rubbing her tits right in front of everyone.”

“Please, I didn’t need to visualize that.” Rod tried to lighten the mood.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I dunno, but I’ve got three days to do it in.”

Mom called us for supper. We hadn’t noticed Lynn and Shelley arrive, nor the hour that had passed by. That meal was eaten quietly. Every time Lynn or Shell piped up, they were met with a conspiracy of silence.

I sipped at my lukewarm soup. Dinner seemed to last forever. I was thinking about Holly. I had a hard-on. I didn’t know there were such things as sympathy based erections. Sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I really felt bad for the poor girl, but my dick had it’s own emotional track. I stared at my soup and prayed nobody would ask me to get up. The table top defended me from embarrassment due to natural causes.

The quiet was interrupted by what I thought was a renewed attempt at igniting a conversation around the table.

“Stop that, Lynn!” Shell’s voice squeaked.

“Stop what?” Lynn retorted a little too quickly.

My head snapped up.