Blackmailed

by Victor Thomas

Chapter 12

Javier

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm to the music, not that I paid any attention to it. All I could think of was Ms. Sherman, not that I especially would have wanted to think of her. Or not that I should have wanted to meet her today, or tomorrow, or ever. But here I was, parking my car in front of Kenny's house.

What choice did I have? All this was his fault. The devil had wrapped his fingers around my anxious and eager erection and asked me to come over for dinner. For sure there had been a price. I shot my load not only twice, but three times that night. Maybe this was worth it, maybe not.

One last glance at the mirror and I was ready to step into Mordor. I sensed Sauron's eye staring at me from the kitchen window as I approached the front door. The sound of the doorbell was followed by the sound of her footsteps. I had heard them enough times to recognize them, and they didn't sound any more welcoming than before.

The door opened, and she stood there kind of smiling. It was probably as forced as the grin on my face.

"Good evening, Ms. Sherman," I said.

"Hi, Javier. It's nice to see you."

"Um, these are for you."

I handed her a bunch of flowers I had bought on my way here.

I couldn't imagine what would have made this even more awkward. Perhaps if she had expected a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Luckily, those didn't belong to her welcoming ritual. She took the flowers, stepped aside, and let me enter the hallway.

Thank god Kenny was waiting for me there.

"Hi," I said quickly.

He presumably would have wanted a hug and a passionate kiss, but not when his mother was watching. It would have definitely crushed the fragile atmosphere in the hallway.

"Dinner is ready," he said. "Let's go to the kitchen."

I blushed.

"Oh, am I late?"

He assured me I wasn't, but the expression on his mother's face told a different story. She followed us to the kitchen, asked us to sit at the table, and searched for a vase to put the flowers in. I wandered where she sat, so I watched for Kenny to guide me to a safe chair.

We sat so close to each other our legs touched under the table. It calmed me down until I realized she would be sitting on the opposite side of the round table like she was interrogating us. Perhaps that was exactly what the next hour would be like.

She hadn't even sat down when the first question came.

"Javier, I hope you like Crème Vichyssoise Glacee," she said.

"Um, sure,"

I had no fucking idea what she was talking about, but I decided to like it anyway.

"Cold potato soup," he whispered.

Jesus Christ!

I flashed my nice boy smile, definitely different from the sexy boy smile I used to lure Kenny to my bedroom, which by the way, wasn't too hard, when a white old porcelain plate appeared on the table in front of me. The thing on the plate was yellowish with some green particles. I assumed I was expected to wait until she had sat down.

"This looks delicious," I said, despite my growing suspicion.

"Thank you, but please let me thank god for this meal before we start eating," she said.

It took a moment for me to realize she was waiting for me to cross my hands. Quickly, I followed Kenny's example and turned my gaze down on my lap. Luckily, it seemed that she would handle the ceremony, and I would just wait until they started eating. That sounded like the safest plan.

"Javier, what are you grateful for?" she asked suddenly.

"I'm grateful for… I guess I'm grateful for finding such a great friend as Kenny."

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. What if it was too much? Was it okay to call him my friend? Was I even allowed to mention him? I was already sweating, and I had hardly been here for fifteen minutes, and none of it in his bedroom.

A wistful smile appeared on her face.

"That's sweet, but you don't need to pretend you're just friends. Kenny has made it clear you two are dating."

"Oh, sorry."

"I might not fully understand it or agree with it, but I can see you make him happy."

"I'm trying my best."

His hand touched my thigh, and I instinctively turned to look at me boyfriend. I wanted to kiss him right now, but managed to control myself. What I couldn't control was his hand moving toward my inner thigh. The subtle smile on his face reveled he knew exactly what the result would be. The bastard was forcing me to eat the Vichy soup with a major boner.

The dress shirt tucked into my jeans would not cover much, so this dinner had better last for quite some time.

An hour later, the three of us were sitting in the living room, letting our food digest. I had to admit that the chicken was delicious, but my absolute favorite was the apple pie she had made for dessert. Living with such a cook, how on earth was Kenny so thin?"

I moved a bit closer to him on the couch and studied Ms. Sherman's reaction carefully. Her face wasn't particularly lively, making it hard to read, but at least it didn't scream disapproval. She sat in a flower-patterned armchair so huge it could easily swallow her. That's how it looked anyway.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," she said to me. "Is there and update on your brother?"

"Still in jail awaiting trial."

"And your parents? How are they handling things?"

"It didn't surprise them that Jorge is an ass… I mean he's um, not a good person."

Talking about my brother gave me mixed emotions. The boy who had once been my idol had grown up and became a total loser. If anyone deserved to rot in jail, it was him. My breathing got heavier, and I felt Kenny touching my hand. She noticed it but said nothing. Instead, she stood up, let us know she would be right back, and began walking toward the bathroom.

"How is this going?" I whispered when the bathroom door closed.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"You're doing amazing."

"Do you think she'll let us spend time alone in your bedroom?"

"I don't think so, but she doesn't mind me sleeping in yours."

I hardly saw any logic in that but, after all, we were talking about his mother. It was quite a concession for her not to slam the door in my face, and she had even made dinner for me. What more could I realistically ask for? Besides, it was in her kitchen where I had kissed Kenny for the first time.

"Have you seen Jorge since the day you were arrested?" he asked.

"Dad said he wants to meet me alone, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Can't blame you if you don't want to."

The toilet flushed, and I gave him one last hungry kiss. Then I moved a bit farther, leaving a small space between us. I still felt the heat radiating from him, and could smell the peppermint in the shampoo he used to wash his beautiful hair. And, of course, there was the tingle in my groin. I should have known his soft lips were dangerous. I set my hands on my lap just as she arrived back in the living room.

"One more thing if you're going to date my son," she said.

My emerging erection died.

"Um, yeah?"

"Are you still in trouble with the police?"

"No! they dropped all charges against me."

The look on her face softened.

"So, it's all over?"

We both nodded furiously. She sat down and took a sip of water from her glass, staring at the painting on the wall. It was again one of those silent moments that made me feel uncomfortable. If I were going to spend more time at Kenny's house, I would have to get used to them.

"Kenny, could you do me a favor?" she said finally. "Please get my phone. I need your help deleting that awful video."

He was already on the way to the kitchen. I blushed and even my chest was burning. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her looking at me. There was a weird smile on her face, almost like I had gotten her blessing to date her son.

The End