Turning Eighteen, Part Eleven

Her name was Monica. Mr. Mendes’s sister, I mean. Monica Mendes.She came over in the late afternoon, in time to catch the Giants game. They were playing Dallas at 4:15. I changed my clothes three times before she got here.No—I changed Mr. Mendes’s clothes. I mean, I was wearing his stuff. He has a better wardrobe than me. He just doesn’t know how to put it all together. I have to work on that with him.Mr. Mendes must have guessed how nervous I was. He followed me up to our bedroom when I went up to change my shirt for the third time.“Jason, you look fine,” he said from the doorway.But the shirt was already off. I had just tossed it on the floor. Now I was looking through his closet for another one.“You don’t get it, do you?” I asked without bothering to turn around. “I have to look good—but I have to look smart too. I don’t want her to think that I’m just a piece of arm candy.”I heard him step up behind me. Then I felt him pull me back against him. I smiled as I leaned into him, but I started breathing heavy when he began massaging my stomach and working his way up to my nipples.Soon he was brushing my nipples with the tips of his fingers. And then he was teasing them by pulling at them and pinching them. I caught my breath as my dick got hard.He kissed my neck as he kept teasing me—but I grabbed one of his hands and brought it down toward my pants. I wanted him to feel my hard-on and I wanted him to do something about it.He chuckled at that. “Not yet,” he said. “But here’s a taste of what you’ll get tonight—as long as you keep your temper with my sister.”He pushed me up suddenly and then unbuckled my jeans. I bit my lip as he tugged them down along with my boxers. Then he shoved me toward the bed, ignoring the fact that my pants were down around my ankles. Next thing I knew he was urging me to kneel down and bend over the mattress.I grinned. There was no way I was going to fight him. This was exactly what I wanted.I closed my eyes as I heard him opening a drawer. Ok, that had me curious. I opened my eyes again. He was taking out the wooden spoon that he had used on me yesterday.Fuck! This was going to hurt. I shut my eyes and waited.It took forever, but finally he came over. I felt his hand pat my ass again—gently, like he was just admiring me. But then I felt him press down on the small of my back with one hand—and then I felt the spoon come down hard on my ass. That goddamned thing stung like hell.It came down again and again—but only five times total.“Keep going,” I begged. Yeah, I was begging. My eyes were smarting and my ass had these wicked lines of heat burning it up, but I loved it.He chuckled again. “Behave yourself this afternoon and you’ll have all you can stand tonight,” he promised. Then he pulled me up and helped me get my boxers and jeans back on.He kissed the back of my neck once I was all buttoned and zipped up and then he turned me around to face him. There was this weird, intense look in his eyes as he put his hands on my shoulders.“Jason, you don’t have anything to prove,” he told me. “Don’t worry about seeming smart to my sister. You’re bright and creative and I’m one hell of a lucky guy to have you.”I felt my face get red. Oh my God, I was blushing. I felt my hard-on start to wilt as I thought about meeting this chick.“She’s going to think I’m stupid,” I said, looking down. “I don’t know the kind of stuff you know—I can’t even read the right way. And she probably went to college and everything.”Ok, I was fishing for compliments. No, not compliments. Reassurance, I guess. I looked back up at him. I’ll bet there was a stupid, hopeful look on my face.Mr. Mendes smiled at me and then kissed me gently on the lips. And then he pulled me into his arms. He held me tight as we just stood there. I rested my head on his shoulder while he started massaging my back with one hand and stroking my hair with the other. He didn’t say anything more—he didn’t have to.God, I could have stayed there forever. I shut my eyes, hoping that this moment would go on and on. Maybe I wasn’t the smarted guy in the world, but I’d been smart enough to get a boyfriend like Mr. Mendes. Like Aaron, I mean.We didn’t break apart until the doorbell rang and the dog started barking. I swore under my breath, but then I managed to smile.“I guess that’s her,” I said.“Yeah,” he answered. Then he grinned suddenly. “You’d better find yourself a shirt—or she will think you’re just arm candy.I laughed and smacked his arm. But then I walked back over to his closet while he went downstairs to answer the door.I sighed. It was show time.