Summer Vacation part 3

Part 3 for my loyal readers. It takes a while to get to the sex here but if you’re just reading it for sex I’m sorry but I write porn with a plot.

I watch as my ‘mother’ brightens to my agreeing to spend time with her. All of us; Abigail, Bethany, Loretta and I; pile into her car and head off to take the girls to school. Loretta drops the girls off at the front of the school with the other students and Abigail smiles at me a little as she gets out of the car and heads to class.

“I do have a few errands to run,” Loretta tells me as we get out of the parking lot,” but we’ll get you to a mall today so you can shop some.”

“I want to get a tattoo,” I tell her from my hood, I’m wearing the leather jacket even in a hot Texas summer.

“I can’t let you get a tattoo, I’m already skating on thin ice with having you down here,” Loretta tells me while driving,” Besides you’re barely seventeen this year, you can’t get one till you’re eighteen.”

I shrug from my hood, money usually solves that problem with most things, Johnny taught me that one this spring. I relax in the car at Loretta’s first stop, some halfway house for teens. I nearly fall asleep waiting in the car when a knock at the window rouses me. It’s a girl a little older than me, kinda ratty looking white girl in some beat up clothes. I get out of the car and lean up against it closing the door.

“Are you Mrs. Delauter’s son,” she asks me.

“And why do you give a fuck,” I nearly spit the words out.

“Cause she’s been talking about seeing you for the past month, some of us wonder what the fuss is about,” She says walking away.

Wonderful, not only is Loretta a fucking saint to these girls but now I’m the biggest asshole on the planet. I get back in the car and after a total and hour Loretta finally joins me.

“Sorry you had to wait out here by yourself, one of the girls went missing in the building and we needed her to sign some paperwork,” Loretta tells me starting her car.

“Yeah, apparently I’ve got a fan club here,” I mutter back.

“Well I couldn’t contain my excitement for seeing you again after all these years,” Loretta says with some pride.

It’s a surreal feeling to be sitting next to her after all the years where I honestly thought she died somewhere and nobody noticed. I think that might have been preferred by me honestly cause when she said a few errands what she meant was ‘going to show you what a good person I’ve become so you’ll like me’. Another youth home and two rehab clinics later put us at just after noon with me still waiting to head to the mall and find a tattoo artist.

“I’m sorry this is taking so long. It’s the end of the week paperwork and check ins,” Loretta tells me as we leave the last place.

“I’ve got six weeks, this is one day,” I mutter.

“I know this isn’t what you were looking forward to today but we can go now if you still want to,” Loretta asks hopefully.

I let her drive where she wants which not surprisingly leads to Mr. Delauter’s workplace. It’s another stop in the parade of boring shit and I’m done. We both get out of the car but as soon as Loretta starts to head towards the office I turn and walk out of the parking lot and down the street. I’m not sure how long it takes her to realize I’m not there but I’m already at the first cross walk when my phone goes off.

“Guy where did you go,” I hear Loretta asking me over the phone when I pick up.

“Where did you get my number,” I ask her crossing the street.

“I got it from your father when you were coming down here, where did you go honey,” She asks again.

“I went to go do something else, I’m tired of wasting my time and being lead along by the nose,” I tell her trying to figure out where the hell I am.

“Honey just come back here and we’ll go to the mall or whatever you want to do I promise,” I can hear Loretta getting worried.

“Ummm, no done being lied to and force fed your crap,” I hang up the phone and continue walking.

I get another couple calls from the same number but ignore them, I use my phone GPS to figure out where

I am and where the damn high school is around here. It takes a minute but after the ‘out of normal area’ bullshit I get my bearings and head off.

The walk is hot and I almost regret coming out but after an hour of walking I finally hit school grounds. It’s about one thirty and I figure the classes will be till three so I calmly look around. Defiantly a football school, a lot of trophies inside and there is three fields all painted out for football with the best one having actual stadium lights and real stands for people to sit.

I do my wandering for about an hour when classes get out and I can see the students shuffling about for their cars and busses. A good amount of money here in the students, Johnny would make a killing. I leave that thought where it is when I see Bethany all decked in her summer cheer outfit, short orange and white skirt with a tight top and those damn shorts they wear over their panties. Her boyfriend if you wanna call him that is a black guy in jeans and a letterman jacket. I circle around them and keep just out of Bethany’s sight with my hood up.

Advantage of a new area is people don’t notice the jacket or that I’m wearing my hood up. It takes Bethany a little bit but finally she realizes she’s being watched and starts to do the whole searching the crowd looking for who could be there. I duck out of the area when her phone goes off and she says Dad.

Someone’s getting the troops together to try to mount a search. I head off across the campus and nearly walk past Abigail and some of her friends talking. Abigail’s on her phone but as soon as she hangs it up I creep up behind her and snake my arms around her waist pulling her against me.

“Who the fuck,” Abigail jumps away from me spinning around to see her ‘attacker’,” Guy how did you get here, you’re Mom and my Dad are looking for you.’

“Really, I’ve only been gone for a couple hours, I wonder what they’ll do after a few days,” I ask myself out loud.

I can see her friends wondering who the hell I am and what planet I came from; as soon as Abigail goes to make a call on her phone I snatch it away from her.

“What are you doing, I need to call your Mom and tell her you’re okay,” Abigail tells me reaching for her phone.

“Or we don’t call her and I get to have some fun here at the school with you and your friends,” I tell her looking at her two friends.

Both are Latino, one guy and one girl, the guy is about 5’8” and thin build in a white button up shirt and slacks, well groomed black hair. The girl on the other hand is 5’6” and a little chubby but in all the right places, c cup breasts in a tank top and capri pants, black hair done in a pony tail.

“He sounds worse than my brother,” the girl says eyeing me up and down.

“Abigail you should get a teacher if he’s not supposed to be here,” the boy says nervously.

“Really, get a teacher?