My mom couldn’t contain her excitement about the move. Not only was she getting a new husband but her lifestyle was getting a huge upgrade. She was getting to trade-in our two-bedroom one bathroom shack for a four bedroom, 2.5 bathrooms colonial in one of Metro Detroit’s more affluent burbs. This move gave my two siblings and me something none of us had ever really had before, our own bedroom. Jeff, my seventeen-year-old brother was happy that he would no longer have to sleep on the living room couch. And Cindy, my fourteen-year-old sister couldn’t contain her excitement about not having to share a room with me anymore.
As much as I begged my mom to change her mind or postpone it until graduated high school. She wouldn’t change her mind. I don’t understand why. It’s not like she was in love with him. She was in love with everything he gave her. Since they started getting serious he paid off her credit card debt, bought her a new a car and took us on vacations. My mom was becoming addicted to the things he could do for us. She loved not having to buy second hand clothes, going to restaurants that don’t value menus and driving a car that wasn’t previously owned. Unlike most of the people in our lower middle class neighborhood she loved the fact we were getting out.
Besides my friends there was one person I was going to miss, and that was Vince, my eighteen-year-old boyfriend. Technically he wasn’t my boyfriend; he was the guy I was fucking. He lived three doors down and was married to this twenty-year-old stripper who just had his baby. We started fucking right after she had the baby. He seduced me at a BBQ right after I turned sixteen. I loved that everything about it had to be a secret. I loved the thrill I got from the possibility that we might get caught. I didn’t want to lose it when we moved to the wrong side of Woodward.
To make sure my secret relationship wasn’t going to be ruined by my mom’s upcoming nuptials I had to make sure the wedding didn’t happen. The only way I knew how to stop it was to seduce Chuck. That wasn’t going to be hard. Right after I turned sixteen he accidentally walked into the bathroom and saw me naked. Since then I could catch his eyes locked on my ass every time I walked past him. All I needed was an opportunity to be alone with him and that didn’t happen very often.
Two weeks before the wedding we were packing up the house. The plan was for us to be out of there the Wednesday before the big day. The movers were going to be at the house on Friday and the professional cleaners were going to be there on Monday and Tuesday to make it presentable to potential renters. Along the way we were filling up mom’s car and taking stuff to Chuck’s.
While mom, my little sister and me were packing-up the hallway closet my bother was putting boxes in mom’s car. After slamming the door he shouted, “The car’s full.”
My mom looked at her watch and said, “Shit. Do you mind taking this load over?”
“Why can’t you do it?” I asked.
“Tonight’s my bachelorette party,” she said.
“Fine,” I said as I tried to hide my excitement.
“Thank you,” she said as she handed me the keys.
I then walked out the door, hopped into her Honda Accord and drove off. I didn’t bother to change into something presentable. I was wearing tight jean shorts and a white tank top. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. I knew it would grab his attention.
Forty minutes later I arrived at his large Commerce Township home. After parking the car on the driveway I grabbed one of the boxes on the passenger seat and walked to the front door. Seconds after ringing the doorbell Chuck answered it. He held the door open for me, grabbed the boxes and followed me inside. He then led me in the kitchen and asked if I wanted something to drink.
“A beer,” I said.
“Let me see your ID,” he said laughing.
“Then I’ll have a water,” I said.
After pouring a glass for me he went outside to unpack mom’s car.
Chuck was really nice. If he liked you he would do anything for you. This meant a lot of people, including my mom took advantage of him. At 43 he was the owner of one of the areas largest home rental services, owned several apartment complexes and made a nice fortune day trading. While his bank statements were attractive he definitely wasn’t the best-looking guy. He was slightly overweight and was going bald.
After he brought in the last of the boxes he returned to the kitchen, poured a glass of water and joined me at the table. After guzzling the drink down in record time he said, “Got a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s upstairs,” he said smiling.
A minute later we were upstairs looking at my new bedroom. It was twice the size of the one I shared at home. In it was a brand new bed, oak bookshelves, and a laptop, it was awesome. However I couldn’t let this gesture deter me from my plan.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s nice,” I said.
“If I was you I’d be jumping up for joy,” he said.
“You’re going to have to return all of it,” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because in an hour you’re going to call my mom and break-up with her,” I said.
“Why am I going to do that?” he asked.
“Because I’m going to give you what you really want,” I said.