A week later in the study of Heather’s father a loud “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” was heard. Heather’s stepmom came quickly into the room. Thomas was sitting there with a rapidly reddening face. On the screen was Joe’s picture of Heather. It didn’t take him long to track down Joe’s address and his mother’s two work locations. He sent her an email requesting a meeting. She agreed to meet him at lunch. They met outside the business and sat at a table under a tree.
“Look, I know you value your time, so I’ll be brief.” Thomas open his laptop and typed.
“Your son is a tutor at school working with my daughter.” He showed Joe’s mother a picture of Heather. She arched an eyebrow in mild surprise, but said nothing.
“He drew this picture of her and posted it on a porn site.” He said accusingly showing the picture of Joe’s work.
She looked at the picture, but again said nothing.
“She’s a good girl with a clean reputation. She’ll be going to college soon and we want her to get a good start in life.” Thomas said.
“Is she 18 yet?” Joe’s mom asked.
“Yes, but there’s more. Her boyfriend is the top quarterback in the state and is being recruited by some big name schools. If they smell even the slightest whiff of a scandal, they may withdraw their offers, effectively ruining him.”
“If she’s 18, then it’s an issue between her and Joe.” She said looking at him with a poker face.
“I want you to confiscate his computer, erase all his files, take down the pictures and have him write an apology. I know you can’t afford a lawyer, I can.”
“Have a nice day. I think I’ll eat my lunch now.” And she started on her sandwich. Thomas’ face reddened and he said “One week that’s all you have.” And he stormed off.
“All he needs is an eyepatch and a white kitty, and he’s complete.” She said shaking her head.
That evening Joe’s mother had more energy than usual and seemed rather full of questions about Joe’s school activities which made him nervous. She was actually awake after dinner adding to his discomfort. After the dishes were washed and put away, Joe attempted to retreat to his room. She put her hand on his shoulder. “Yes Joe I know. Her father gave me an earful at lunch.”
“I took down the picture!” Joe pleaded.
“The internet is forever. Look, both of you are old enough to deal with this on your own.” She shook her head and continued. “Her dad is full of wind and fury, but that’s about all he can do.”
“Sorry I caused all this trouble.”
“You’ve been a model son. If this is the worst, then I’m not mad at all.” She paused again to look at him from head to toe and shook her head again. Clothing is obviously not a top priority is it? You are a slob just like your father.”
“What?”
“I’ll give you $200 to buy some new clothes and another 200 after payday.”
“Why?”
“She’s worth it.”
Meanwhile at about the same time in Heather’s house, the storm had struck with full fury. Thomas was at the end of a tirade that ended with “It is disgusting porn drawn by a loser.”
“It’s been taken down.” Heather replied.
“Someone has saved it somewhere just waiting for the chance to blackmail you.” Thomas said. The argument made sense to Heather and yet she didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m not running for President or Miss America so it’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? What about Brad? What will it do to him…? I might also add, what will it do to your relationship?”
Heather spun around as if hit by a blow. She folded her arms and stared at the wall defiantly. Thomas knew this was his daughter’s way of thinking and changed his tack. “Look we can find you an excellent tutor. I’ve spoken with his mother and she understands the gravity of the situation. Just stay away from him and stick close to Brad.”
Heather continued to look at the wall. “Yes it’ll be alright.” She said at the edge of tears.
Thomas, sensing he had made his point, backed off. “When you start college, this indeed won’t matter much.”
“Yes. It’ll be alright.” She repeated.
Heather went to her room and locked the door. She booted up her desktop computer and opened her Facebook page. Her wall was covered in pictures of her and Brad, her cheerleading and yearbook. Only one or two with her family and one of her mother. She had been with Brad for two years, though it seemed longer. Heather clicked through her albums trying to remember the feelings she had when they happened. It all seemed dead and meaningless. She changed her profile picture to the most recent one of her and Brad and then almost closed the browser. She clicked on the search box and her hands hovered over the keyboard as if she were making a decision.
She then typed “Joe Stevens” and looked through the results. She looked for his face fruitlessly, until she realized the one with the large breasted anime girl was probably his. Reading the first description told her that she was correct. She first thought of sending a friend request, but stopped herself when she realized his name would then show up on her friends list for everyone to see if he accepted. Instead she sent him a message instead. Not sure of getting a quick response, she passed time by looking at his page.
He was a senior at her school living with his mother, no mention of his father at all. He loved fantasy and science fiction, roleplaying games, board games, 1980s techno bands and art. In fact he had a link to the website and an advertisement stating he would draw or paint any character or scene. Fees varied depending on the size and media chosen. There were also pictures of his friends that made her shudder. What a frightful collection of nerds and neckbeards clutching ponies, samurai swords and wearing fedoras. It was like taking the wrong freeway exit and ending up glimpsing a world that was opposite of what she held near and dear. She stood up and turned her back. “He’s just a very good tutor, that’s all.” She said to herself.
Her computer beeped indicating the response from Joe. She quickly dashed off an answer for him to skype her in 10 minutes. She hurriedly put on a bulky sweater, put her hair up into a bun, removed her contacts and replaced them with her ugly glasses. She considered removing her make-up, but decided it wasn’t worth the bother. Almost to the second, the screen alerted her that her 10 minutes were up and Joe was calling. His face showed up on screen. He had the look of someone who known her for a long time and was used to seeing her. His hair still looked like it had birds living in it, but at least he had shaved off the scraggly attempts of a beard. His t-shirt featured 5 guys wearing strangely shaped red hats.
“Hey Heather, what’s up?”
She had her book ready. “Chapter 8.” She replied.
“Already? Mr. Wilkerson usually skips that comes back to it at the end of the year.” Joe said puzzled.
“Umm let me check my notes.” Heather checked a blank paper. “Oh, my bad, it’s chapter 9.”
“Alright, let me find my book.”
While he rummaged through his things, Heather scanned the background. His room was cramped, not by its size, but by the sheer volume of his geeky stuff. The walls and ceilings were papered posters of anime girls, superheroes and goofy looking techno bands. Joe finally came back on screen. “Ok let me find the page. Which problem?” Heather watched his face and admired his cool, casual intelligence. “Which problem?” Joe repeated. She shook herself mentally. “Joe, I know this is silly, but it really makes hard for me to concentrate. Can I make one small request?”
“Sure as long as it doesn’t require disposing a body.” He chuckled at his own joke.
“Could you comb your hair for me? It’s a distraction.”
Joe looked at her without saying anything.
“I know it’s a strange suggestion, but it would really help me.”
“That’s a new one, but sure. Let me get some water.” He disappeared from the screen, leaving Heather to feel a bit nervous. “He thinks I’m a weirdo.” She told herself.
He came back with a small bowl and a cheap black comb. “You don’t have gel?” she asked.
“Nope, never needed it.” He answered and proceeded to push the comb through unknown territory. Heather watched with an unexplained fascination. He patted more water on the stubborn tufts and pushed the comb to its engineered limits. Heather began to feel warm and fuzzy. He began to make progress overall, but he needed Lake Tahoe to bring some of the more reluctant hairs back into line. Heather felt a feeling on her scalp and back of her neck reminiscent of arousal. Not quite sexual, but very pleasurable. “All done, is this better?” He tilted his head in an exaggerated pose. Odd as her request was, it really did improve his looks.
“Yes, you look much better. Doesn’t your girlfriend mind?”
Joe looked embarrassed. “Haven’t had one since 8th grade.” Heather leaned over to the screen for a closer look. “Did we know each other before?” she asked.
“You don’t remember?” he asked sheepishly.
Heather suddenly cut off the connection by switching off the computer.
Joe sat there for a moment then said to himself “Well that was odd, but I’ll take it.” He went over to a small mirror and looked at himself. He combed his hair a little more and said “Do I have a chance?”
Heather cried as she looked at her 6th grade yearbook. Having the same letter to start her last name placed her picture right next to his. He was so short-the second shortest guy in the class. Not good at sports. His clothes came from Sears. All of these serious deficiencies in the eyes of a 12 year old girl. In spite of all this, he still had the gall to attempt to give her a valentine in front of her homeroom class. Her reaction was terrible and swift. So much so that the teacher rebuked her. Though brutal, it had done the job as he never bothered her again. Now she vaguely remembered seeing him in the background like some movie extra throughout the years.
She got her sobs under control and tapped Joe’s number on the screen. His friendly face appeared again, no worse for wear. “Yes Joe I remember now and I’m so sorry.” Her eyes began to well up again. He smiled and said “It’s ok, I got over it.” Heather felt a little better.
“I guess you aren’t interested in calculus huh?” He said.
Heather smiled and shook her head.
“If it will make things better, I have a penance for you.”
She tilted her head skeptically.
“To assuage your guilt, you are hereby sentenced to talk to me and endure the rantings of a nerdy fanboy. To make it easier, you are permitted to choose the subject.”
Heather laughed. “Ok. About your art. Do people actually pay for it?”
Joe reacted with mock outrage. “What? Of course! All you see in this room has been paid through art commissions.”
Though not impressed by what he had spent his money on, she could tell it was quite a bit.
“Not everything I sell is perverted, but the smut is what pays best.”
“Doesn’t it weird you out?” Heather asked.
“Sometimes, but those requests are rare but quite profitable. Right now I’m working on Wilma Flintstone pleasuring herself with Bam Bam’s club.”
“Ewww.”
“It’s a bit like changing a baby’s diaper. It has to be done and you get used to it.”
Heather’s phone chirped letting her know of a text from her father. She read it and dashed off a quick reply. “I have to go now, but don’t disconnect yet.” She moved off screen to do some quick wardrobe adjustments the returned. “Promise you will disconnect on the count of 10.”
Joe counted slowly 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. On the number 4, she lifted her sweater to reveal her tits. At 10 Joe closed the screen reluctantly. He pumped his fist in triumph and checked picture 366 in his portfolio.
“Yes, I got her nipples right.”
Saturday night Heather’s BMW pulled up the driveway and parked without going to the garage. She got out and started towards the front door stopping to see what was delaying her passenger. After a brief struggle with the car door, Brad made it out. She disabled the alarm and as she was unlocking the door, Brad fondled her ass. “Parents not here?” He asked.
“Gone until Sunday night sweetheart.”
The door opened and a fat white cat slipped by them. “Please don’t puke on the carpet like last time. I had to blame it on Fuzzball here.” She turn the lights on and Brad lurched past, looking for the bathroom. Heather stopped in front of the hallway mirror and looked at herself. Heels, tight designer jeans, expensive t-shirt touting the playoff success of the team and her mound of blonde hair. “A real Texas football momma.” She said to herself. She took down her hair and experimented with a few different combinations.
She heard Brad finish his loud expulsions from what sounded like every orifice he had. She knew what was going to happen next, so she headed up the stairs towards her room. Brad caught up to her about ¾ of the way up and knocked her down. He grabbed her hips and began to dry hump her ass. “I get it, I get it. Let’s move to someplace more comfortable.” Heather said as she wiggled herself away from his grip. She managed to escape to the near the top, but he was on her again. He flipped her over and forced himself between her legs. His alcohol inhibited reflexes caused his feet to slip as he dry humped her again and his full weight came down on her causing the edges of the stairs to dig into her butt and back painfully. Heather yelped involuntarily which made Brad to back off momentarily. She pushed herself backwards up the remaining stairs.
“Sorry sweetie, you surprised me.” She said. Brad regarded her with alcohol fuzzed eyes as Heather stood up and turned around toward her room. Brad followed her. He sat on the bedside and struggled to get off his shoes. Heather gave him a smile and stripped quickly. She finished first and gave her tits a quick shake for him. He had his shoes and shirt off, but his jeans were still a problem. Like a seasoned pro, Heather managed to help him take his pants off while holding his cock in her right hand. Once his pants were off she began to suck his dick. After what seemed to be longer than usual, he was finally erect and ready to go. Heather got onto the bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs and started to fondle her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other in an attempt to get aroused before Brad fucked her. He stood at the edge of the bed stroking himself, which gave her a little more time to get ready.
She closed her eyes and started fantasizing about her 10th grade history teacher Mr. Martinez. Brad got on top of her and pushed himself inside her pussy, while she imagined it was the sexiest Mexican guy she had ever laid eyes on. Brad sped up his pumping. She imagined her Latino lover was fucking her on his couch in classroom E5. Heather knew Brad so well that she started to count down to his orgasm 20-19-18-17-16. She opened her eyes for a brief moment and saw Joe’s face instead of Brad’s or her history teacher. Her countdown interrupted from the shock and she could only lay there. Brad pulled out and straddled her chest. He grunted and his cum hit her face in a warm stream. Some shot up into her hair, but most ended up in her eyes. Brad remained over her for a few seconds before he dismounted and went to the hall bathroom. Heather was blind and helpless not wanting to get cum on the bed sheets.
“Sweetie could you bring me a towel?” She called to him.
A minute later, a towel flopped onto her chest. She heard him fire up her desktop to play his favorite game as she wiped the jizz off her face. Wordlessly she walked past him to the bathroom. She cleaned her face and removed her ruined make up. The smell of semen combined with her messed up hair, made her decide to take a shower. “Might as well wash it.” She said to herself.
She stepped into the shower and wet her hair first trying to rinse what she could before applying the shampoo. As she scrubbed her hair, she thought about what had happened. Flashing her boobs was like a joke you play similar to ‘pantsing’ a friend. His appearance in a sexual fantasy was something totally unexpected. She sketched a simple drawing of his face in the steamed up doorway at about his height. She drew his neck and upper torso though lacking Joe’s artistic skill it looked more like a cave painting than a portrait. A bead of water dripped down from his eye.
“Don’t cry. I’ll make it all better.” She said as she stood on her toes to kiss the faux Joe’s lips. Doing so, her nipples touched the cool surface of the door. She rubbed her breasts a few time times across what was his chest and kissed one more time. Her breathing deepened and a flutter of arousal struck her. She put her right hand to her pussy and started to masturbate. She leaned back against the wall and arched her hips towards an unseen lover. She closed her eyes and imagined he was there with her. As the level of pleasure increased, she sagged down to the floor.
When she did so, she sat on something hard. She opened her eyes and discovered it was her back brush. She was going to throw it aside when she noticed the handle was just what she needed. She took it and slowly inserted it into her pussy. With her right hand frigging her clit and the left hand pushing and pulling the handle, she began to shake her head back and forth. Her breath became a loud moaning and suddenly waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She finished with a shriek that she had never done before during sex. She sat there quivering with the brush handle still inside her, trying to understand what had just happened. When she finally came to her senses, she realized that she had been quite loud and yet Brad had not come to investigate. She pulled out the brush and stood up. She looked at it one more time before putting it back in its holder “best lover I’ve ever had.” She said.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/8uyeru/heather_and_joe_part_3