Chapter 79
When he left, I rushed to lock the door, holy shit, a raging horniness tearing me up inside, I felt like a junkie slut hunting for anything to shove in my pussy and calm this down. I only stopped shaking when I stuffed my whole hand in my mouth and screamed muffled, like a crazy bitch trying not to explode. I needed a cold shower, ice-cold as fuck, to put out this fire. I ran to the bathroom, ripped off all my clothes, my whole body buzzing at full voltage, skin crawling with goosebumps, my nasty pussy dripping this endless slime.
I sat on the toilet to pee and tried to catch my breath, but my head wouldn't quit.
"Why didn't I just fuck the kid? Man, if regret could kill..."
I kept thinking to myself, talking to my damn self. No answer for that, but there was this bitch of a guilt, fuck, I'd just gotten to the house today and I was already damn near spreading my legs for the boy! And there were still fourteen more days here—if things didn't go smooth or some shit hit the fan, I'd have to deal with the situation alone with him. And the worst part, he was way younger than me. If anyone found out or the little shit blabbed, I'd be totally fucked!
"Jully, you let him suck on your tits, rubbed your pussy juice down his throat, go to his room and sit on that dick, girl!"
I didn't have the guts.
In the heat of the moment, when I was out of control, I didn't even have the guts then, so now that I was cooler-headed, it'd be even harder. Plus, Mariana was coming tomorrow, and everything would get better.
I took a shower, maybe the fourth of the day, washed my panties and went to bed because I had to wake up early. I had a house to watch.
The next day, I woke up around seven in the morning, the sun already pouring into the room like it wanted to remind me that life doesn't stop, even with my head full of crap from the night before. I threw on an old pair of jeans, comfy ones, and laced up my beat-up sneakers, because I was there to work, not to strut around. It was an easy gig, come on, just keep an eye on the house, handle deliveries and people, but it already made me lazy just thinking about fake smiling all day.
Today there was a delivery of plants I had to receive and pay for, and in the afternoon the gardener was coming to check things out and start planting. The cleaning lady called saying she'd only come tomorrow, of course the cow took advantage of Aunt Kátia not being around to play lazy. I smiled on the phone, all polite, saying it was fine, she'd just get docked one day, but tomorrow she had to show up no excuses. Being the boss, even temporary, is the best, gives you that sweet taste of power.
It was around ten when Mariana was almost there, already texting full of anxiety to know how everything was going. I went up the stairs to wake the kid, Aunt had said not to let him stay in bed past ten, I could've totally ignored it since she'd never know, but what if, right? Doctor Julia here is responsible, or at least fakes it well.
I stopped in front of his bedroom door and knocked lightly, and from inside came his voice, calm, like the little shit had been waiting up for me.
"Come in, Jully."
I went in and, fuck, for the first time I just stood there, stunned, looking around with an envy that squeezed my chest. What a room that was, holy shit, it looked like something out of a movie about a rich teen with no worries in the world. The bed was huge, king size easy, with a tall upholstered headboard, sheets all rumpled like he'd been tossing and turning all night
On the wall, a massive TV, one of those thin flat-screens, hung up like a private theater, with a gaming console hooked up and controllers tossed on the side table. In the other corner, a gamer PC setup, tower all lit up with colorful lights blinking slow, huge curved monitor, mechanical keyboard that clicked, and a fancy gamer chair, all ergonomic with arm and head rests. Everything custom-built, built-in closet with sliding doors, shelves packed with games, headsets hanging up, and even a little mini-fridge on the floor, the kind you dream of having in your room so you don't have to go downstairs for water.
The whole room smelled clean, new, with a plush carpet on the floor and a big window letting in light without ruining the gamer cave vibe. I stood there, feeling a stab of "why wasn't I born into this family?", but at the same time thinking that with a room like that, even I'd want to stay locked in all day.
"Good morning, Jully!" he said, lying there all wrapped up in sheets that were probably a thousand thread count.
Tommy, you thought you'd fool me with that grandpa plan. He was lying in bed, chest bare, skinny as hell, it was almost pitiful to look at, like a matchstick trying to pose as a stud. I'd bet my clit cut off that the little shit was naked under those sheets, just waiting for me to fall into the trap.
"Tommy, get up, it's late, come on, let's go have breakfast."
Then it hit me: shit, I hadn't even made any breakfast. The house has a cook, but Aunt let her go, saying we'd have to make do with Uber Eats or frozen food. Fine.
"I can't..."
When he said that, I crossed my arms and stared him down, waiting for the dumb trick he was pulling. I know these boy tricks, right?
"Why can't you?" I asked, already knowing the little fucker was naked under there.
In his head, I'd be drooling, dying of horniness over that ridiculous scene and rush over for a morning blowjob. Poor kid, it was like a bad porno where you laugh before skipping ahead.
"I've got a hard-on..."
I burst out laughing first, loud as fuck, then got embarrassed, red as a tomato. I'm not one to get flustered easy, but the kid nailed me just right. But then I looked closer at his face and got suspicious—it wasn't the face of someone trying to mess with me. It was pure desperation, like a dog that ate something bad and knows it's gonna get scolded.
"What do you mean, Tommy?" I asked, half-disbelieving, trying not to laugh again.
"Help me, Jully?" he whined, pulling the sheet higher, trying to cover his waistline like I didn't know what was going on down there.
I swear I didn't know anymore if it was a setup or real. Part of me thought it was a trap, part thought the poor guy was really screwed.
"What happened, Tommy? Take a cold shower, that'll soften your dick, come on, get up!"
"No, it's just that..." he stopped, thought for a million years, face like he was deciding whether to confess or die with the secret. "I took some medicine..."
Holy fuck. Rule number one when watching a house with a kid is to hide the meds, right? And look, the kid wasn't even a little kid anymore!
"What medicine did you take, Tommy? Oh God, I'm calling my mom right now..." That I said for real, it slipped out and my heart pounded in my throat from nerves.
"No, Jully, please God, don't do that!" he almost yelled, eyes wide, clutching the sheet like a shield.
I stood there frozen, looking at the disaster in the bed, not sure if I should laugh out loud, give him a real scolding, or run out before I exploded from nerves. The day was just starting and this "watch the house" job was already turning into a prime-time soap, complete with medical drama. As far as I knew, kids took that kind of medicine all the time to feel like big shots, and I'd never heard of anyone dying from it—like, the worst was having a hard dick for hours and becoming an ER meme. The question was: did Tommy know that, or did he think he was gonna blow up?
I turned to the side, pretending to mess with my phone like something super important was happening. I had to stay serious, couldn't laugh for shit, or the poor guy would think I was making fun of him. From the bed, he watched me all anxious, big puppy-dog eyes, and I dying of curiosity to know why the hell he'd taken that crap. I walked slowly to the edge of the bed, sat next to him with a professional nurse face, put my hand on his forehead like I was checking for fever, and said, trying not to let my voice shake from wanting to crack up.
"Tommy, I need to see how it is."
I bit the side of my mouth to keep from laughing, because, come on, I was dying of curiosity to see his dick for real. The night before, I'd only seen the bulge in his shorts, a little bit popped out when things heated up, but it was dark as fuck, barely got a good look.
"Come on, kid, I need to see your dick to know if I have to take you to the doctor."
He laughed awkwardly, all red, with that boyish shame of not knowing where to hide his face, and slowly pulled the sheet away from his body.
And there it was.
Hard as a rock.