Obsidian Faith (4 page)

Chapter Six

“Hey, Trevor, are we still going to see the new Spiderman movie this weekend?”

Trevor hit his forehead with the heel of his free hand, almost dropping his cell phone. “Aw, ‘Nice, I’ve got to help my Uncle Philip with some stuff this weekend.”

“But you promised.”

Her disappointment pierced his heart, but he didn’t want to miss what was shaping up to be an epic party. 

If his uncle wasn’t frequenting the local casinos he loved so much, or out of town under the guise of working to check out the bigger casinos in Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the condo became party central. This Saturday night Phil had hired not one, but three strippers.

Philip didn’t think there was anything wrong with having his teenaged charge hanging around with the party girls and strippers he and his friends entertained. Trevor became exposed to things he would never have seen at his age if David and Elena were still alive. Hormonal teenager that he was, Trevor didn’t see anything wrong with it at the moment, either.

“I’ll tell you what, Shanice. Let’s go to Epcot Center tomorrow afternoon.” He knew that park was her favorite, and it would be the only way to make up for missing the movie premiere. That would also give him some time to get over any residual hangover he might have from the party tonight.

“Okay, but you can’t complain no matter how long I spend in each of the countries.”

“I promise not to complain.” He’d gladly spend as much time as she wanted as long as he didn’t get to miss seeing three real live women shuck their clothes tonight.

“You think Brenda or Isaiah could give us a ride?” Trevor knew Philip would be so hung over, he would just barely make it to work on time Monday, let alone drive a couple of kids to a theme park.

“I’ll get Dad to do it, Mom’s been puking her guts out all morning. She thinks she’s got stomach flu.”

“Really? Then you’d better stay away from her,” Trevor said. “That stuff is catching.”

“No way am I going to miss going to Epcot tomorrow. I’ll let Dad take care of her today. I’ll just do some cleaning around the house to help out.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow, squirt.”

“Bye.”

Philip came into the back door carrying a case of beer just as Trevor hung up with Shanice.

“Hey buddy, can you help me get the rest of the stuff out of the car?”

“Sure thing.” Trevor pocketed his cell phone and helped bring in several gallons of liquor, several more cases of beer and a couple of kegs. It seemed like a lot, but he knew that sometime before midnight someone would have to make another run for booze. Phil’s parties always required more booze.

Trevor often pilfered beer and consumed it in his room away from any adults who might take exception to him partaking at his age. Philip couldn’t care less, but there was usually some do-gooder female who tried to shame Philip into making Trevor stop drinking, so he didn’t drink in front of the party-goers anymore.

Shortly after they got all the booze and party food in, Stacee showed up, but this time she wasn’t alone. There was a girl with her who looked like a younger version of herself without the enhanced boobs and tons of makeup.

Stacee jumped Philip’s bones practically the moment she entered the room and didn’t see fit to make any introductions. Trevor and the new girl, who didn’t look to be much older than him, eyed each other for a while, before she finally got the courage to introduce herself.

“Hi, I’m Tracee, Stacee’s sister.”

“I’m Trevor, Philip’s nephew.”

She eyed her sister and Phil going at it. “Are they always like this?”

Trevor snorted. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Tracee made a gagging motion. “I would tell them to get a room, but it’s his house.”

“Yeah, right.” Trevor shoved his hands into his pockets. “You wanna play some video games in my room? Phil’s guests won’t be arriving for another hour or so.”

“Sure, why not,” Tracee said. “Lead the way.”

Trevor loved the reaction he got to his room from the few visitors he’d had since he moved in with Philip. None matched Tracee’s.

“Wow! This is quite the set-up you’ve got here, Trevor.”

“Thanks.” His reaction was sheepish, in spite of himself.

Tracee touched the equipment as she looked around. “What do you do?”

“I’m a programmer.” He remembered David’s advice to never tell anyone he was a hacker. And clearly Tracee assumed he was older, otherwise she would’ve asked him something like what school he went to.

At fourteen, he was already almost six feet tall and wasn’t finished growing yet. He would play it cool with Tracee and see what happened. The night was young.

“Okay, so program something for me.”

Trevor grinned. “Okay.”

He booted up his system and settled into his desk chair. Tracee hovered over his shoulder, but she didn’t bother him when she did it as much as it bothered him when Philip did.

He created a simple wallpaper with her name on it, but he spelled it Tracey.

“Oh, it’s Tracee wth two E’s. Our mother thought it was cute to give me and Stacee similar sounding names.” She frowned.

Trevor changed the spelling of her name and showed her the result. “If you’ll give me your email address, I’ll send it to you.”

“Okay.”

While he was opening his email to send the wallpaper to her, Tracee headed back toward the door. “I’m going to get something to drink. What’s your poison?”

“Poison?”

Trevor was confused, but Tracee took it to mean he was distracted.  “What do you want to drink?”

“A beer.” Trevor realized he’d have to pay attention or he’d make an ass out of himself and ruin the charade. If Tracee was anything like her sister, he figured if he played his cards right, he could get lucky.

Chapter Seven

“Want another?” Tracee stood, grabbing their empties.

Trevor was pulverizing her on the video games, so he didn’t blame her for getting bored. He decided he’d cool it and let her win when she returned. “Yeah, sure.”

Even with his beer buzz he was a formidable opponent on any video game, so he couldn’t blame Tracee for sucking at it.

When she returned with a six-pack this time, she also had a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hey, do you mind if I change in your bathroom in a little while?” She scrunched up her face when she said it, looking so cute, Trevor would’ve said yes to anything at that moment.

“Uh, No. Not at all.” It excited him that it looked like she planned to spend the night, too. Stacee stayed over quite a bit, so it wasn’t illogical.

Tracee dropped her book bag on Trevor’s bed and set four of the beers on the dresser, giving Trevor one and keeping one for herself. “So, is it my turn?” She squinted at the television.

“Yeah,” he said. “The aliens killed me.”

She took her gamechair and picked up the controller with both hands. While she was gone, Trevor had changed the mode on the game to beginner because if the skill level had remained where they began, she would never win.

As Tracee picked off aliens with her various weapons, she grew more and more excited. By the time she killed the last one on that level, she was bouncing in her seat. Her smallish breasts jiggled with every movement. Trevor was mesmerized.

When she won, she jumped up and threw her arms into the air like she’d just won a prize fight. Her halter scooted up, showing even more of her abdomen, and revealing a pierced navel. Trevor had seen girls like her on his late night television, but having one in his room was another thing altogether.

He’d been operating with a semi boner ever since she’d arrived, but the last few seconds had him painfully stretched out in his jeans. This did not go unnoticed by Tracee. Her mouth twisted into a sexy smirk, which in the movies Trevor watched, usually meant the guy was about to score. He hoped against hope that would be the case for him.

On one of Tracee’s many forays back to the kitchen for beer, Trevor had borrowed a couple of condoms from Philip’s stash. He had learned in health class that these were necessary to prevent disease and pregnancy. Two things he really didn’t need at his age. His mother’s struggles with him and his sister had taught him that.

Trevor watched as Tracee sashayed to the door and locked it. She sauntered back over to him, her hips swaying in a more exaggerated motion than they had all night. On the way over to him, she loosened the top of her halter and it fell, releasing a set of real, live breasts. All creamy white with pink nipples. Trevor almost came in his pants.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and into his hair.
Calm down, Kyle. Be cool.

Tracee straddled him on his game chair and his hands glommed onto her breasts like magnets. Then he remembered how the guys fondled them in the movies he’d seen and he mimicked their actions. Tracee kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and arresting his. He followed her lead and wrestled her tongue with his own, while simultaneously teasing her nipples with his thumbs, cupping them with his hands. He manipulated them like the toggle switch on a game controller, but it felt so much better. His dick attested to the excruciating sensations by growing infinitely harder, and then all bets were off, he needed to be inside her like yesterday.

Trevor stood and Tracee held on as he moved them quickly to his bed where they fell in a heap, mouths locked and hands ripping clothes from their bodies, stopping only when his t-shirt needed to be pulled over his head and when they both removed pants. Trevor forgot about protection, he was so painfully hard, but Tracee didn’t. She rummaged into his bedside table and found the condoms he’d stashed there and had one rolled onto him practically before he could blink, then pulled him down into her hot wetness.

The sensation made his eyes roll involuntarily, it felt so good to be sheathed by what he’d only fantasized about up until that point. Tracee knew what she was doing as she rolled her banging body against his, taking him deeper and deeper until he felt he was winding up to be consumed by her. Trevor didn’t care. He’d stay there and be consumed if he could keep feeling what he was feeling, but his body had other ideas. His orgasm rendered him almost boneless as he exploded into the condom, the warmth of his own jizz and the clenching of her muscles milking him until he was spent.

Only two weeks away from his fifteenth birthday, Trevor had no idea that Tracee had not experienced the same feelings he had until she took his hand and showed him how to help her to an orgasm since he’d finished so fast. He hadn’t been able to help it, and he kind of felt bad that she didn’t get to scream and writhe while he was inside her like the women in movies he saw. However, after a few minutes of touching her down there, she tensed up and squelched her scream, even though the music was so loud no one would’ve heard her anyway.

Trevor watched her facial expression and her body’s reaction as she came and she looked just like the women he’d seen in the movies. Then she opened her eyes and grinned up at him.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” She asked.

He thought to lie, but then he figured if he were honest, she might take pity on him and want to do it again. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

“You had a one-track mind like most guys your age. The goal being: To. Get. In. There!” She grinned, punctuating each word. “But what you lacked in technique, you made up for in sheer size and enthusiasm.”

Trevor mentally puffed his chest out and couldn’t help the grin that sprouted on his face.

Just as he moved in to kiss her, there was a loud knocking on his door. “What the fuck?” Trevor spat in irritation.

Tracee giggled, then looked at the clock on his bedside table. “Oh shit! I’m supposed to dance tonight.”

“Dance?” Trevor said. “You want me to dance with you?” Shanice had taught him some moves, so he felt he could keep up with Tracee on the dance floor.

Tracee flat out laughed at that one. “Not that kind of dancing silly. I’m part of tonight’s entertainment.”

To say he was surprised was an understatement. He knew that Stacee danced at a club downtown, but Tracee did not look like Stacee and most of her friends. She looked young and wholesome.

Trevor scratched a sudden itch behind his ear. “You... ?” He didn’t get to finish his question, because the pounding began again, this time accompanied by Philip’s irritated voice.

“Trevor! Open the damn door!”

Trevor rolled off the bed and pulled on his jeans. Tracee rolled off on the other side, grabbed her backpack and disappeared into the bathroom. Philip pushed into the door as soon as he heard Trevor turn the lock, and stumbled into the room. Trevor closed the door behind him.

Philip took in the rumpled bed, the video game on pause and the beer bottles. Then he sniffed. “Smells like somebody’s been fucking in here.” He got a stern look on his face.

Trevor began to babble. “It was ... me and Tracee were fooling around and ... it just... ”

“Calm the fuck down, little buddy.” Grinning, Philip socked him in the shoulder. Hard. “You just got your first piece. Good going.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, but looks like you’ve got the mechanics down. Just remember to wrap it up, yeah?”

“Wrap it up?”

“Wear a condom?” Philip looked into his eyes to make sure he understood what he was saying.

“Oh, yeah, they told us that at school, and I borrowed some of yours.”

Philip cackled. “But I don’t want ‘em back.”

Trevor laughed because Philip’s laughter while he was drunk was kind of infectious.

“She get off, too? Because chicks are more generous when you get them off.”

“Yeah, she did.”

Trevor hung his head sheepishly, but then raised his chin and folded his arms as Tracee came out of the bathroom wearing what had to be her dancing outfit. She was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl except with a shorter skirt, complete with ponytails. Trevor’s dick got hard again, and he hoped Tracee was up to going again once her number was over.

There was always gambling at Philip’s parties, which drew quite the unsavory crowd. Trevor had been around enough such characters when he’d been with his mother to recognize them, and knew to steer clear.

Most of the guys, however, were like Phil. Youngish working stiffs looking for a little action. Trevor masqueraded as one of them, and Philip, surprisingly didn’t blow his cover. Especially since he seemed so proud that Trevor had lost his virginity.

Trevor watched Tracee perform, wondering how these men managed not to embarrass themselves when they were around all these sexy party girls all the time.

Tracee worked the room, teasing the men and enraging some of the women until she was down to just pasties and a thong. Then as her finale she danced over to Trevor and kissed him square on the lips and ran off back into his room. A couple of the guys ribbed him about her and Trevor took it good-naturedly, then went back into his room in search of her.

He heard the shower running as he entered the room and closed the door. The bathroom door was cracked open as if in invitation. He slumped into a game chair and turned on the console.

“Trevor?” Tracee called from the bathroom.

Trevor turned the game console off and jumped up, moving closer to the door to hear better. “Yeah?”

“Can you wash my back?”

That was all the invitation he needed. He entered the bathroom shucking his clothes.