Chapter 9: A New Day

Going to bed that night, I was praying very hard that I would finally be able to move on to the next day. But I woke up in the morning, I barely had time to rub my eyes when there was a frantic knocking on the door. I don't know if it started after I woke up, or if it woke me up. Either way I barely have my glasses on but I'm already yelling at the door. "What, mom?"

"Are you decent?"

Looking down, I'm still not fully awake so it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they do there's a big old wet spot on the front of my underpants! I don't remember having any dreams last night, but it's not unusual for me to have wet dreams in the middle of the night. "Yeah!" Call out as I throw the covers over myself.

Letting herself in, my mother is wearing her nightgown with her hair iconically rolled up in rollers. Her face red and puffy, she has definitely been crying for quite a while and she looks exhausted. "I have terrible news, Timmy. It's about Grandpa Roger..." She starts to say, visibly struggling to maintain composure

The moment she says his name, my mind immediately snaps to just yesterday, literally yesterday for me and how I remember leaving him on the couch. My eyes open wide, I look up at my mother who is looking at me beside herself.

"He passed away yesterday. Your grandma Phyllis came home from Gertrude's house, you remember the old lady next door? The one who knits all the time and complains about the government? Well when she came home she found your grandfather dead on the couch watching his game shows. He was smoking a pipe and thankfully it was still in his hand so the house didn't burn down." My mother says, **** every so often and having to take a moment to collect herself.

Hearing all of this, I instantly look down into my lap. He died not even knowing that he and I had a conversation. Yet everything he did when I did talk to him was exactly what he was doing the night he died, minus talking to me. Now I know for a fact that today is very different from yesterday. Today is Tuesday...

Unfortunately.

Exiting my bedroom, my mother closes the door behind her and I sit on my bed for quite a while thinking about my grandpa. It saddens me that he died not even knowing that we had a conversation, probably the greatest conversation we ever had. It was the only conversation, but it's one that I am determined never to forget. Struggling to keep from crying out loud, I take a deep breath and I swallow hard. I have to do this for Grandpa before I forget. It's too important to me and even if he died not knowing he actually had it with me, I know what happened and I want to make sure that I have it for the rest of my life. Grabbing my notebook, I flip past the page where I'd written down my list for yesterday. From there I look at the new page and I start to write. I write down everything he said to me to the best of my memory. As I do, a solitary tear falls from my eye and stains the page for all time. When I close it, I put the notebook in my bedside drawer along with my pen and get up to take a shower.

It is in there that I bawl my eyes out. I never knew I could roar so loudly, but it felt so good to let so much out. I was not only crying for the loss of my grandfather, but I was also releasing all of the pent-up rage and anger from yesterday and every time before. I may be a nerd, but I am a nerd with feelings and today was the day that I finally sent them free. Stepping out of the shower I look at myself in the mirror and I make a determination that I will not be the same pushover I was in the past. "I have to do better! I have to be the man my grandfather saw in me, I have to become the man I know that is inside. There is more to being a man than just turning 18. There is way more and now the only other person who could have guided me is dead. But I have his wisdom and I have his confidence."

Trudging out of the bathroom, I walk up to the bed side table and I pick up the watch. Looking at it, I clench it tightly in my fist. I know that it's going to take time and that these things don't happen overnight. I have to find my inner courage, my inner voice and let that become my outside voice. Setting it down, I go over to my dresser and get dressed. Seeing my bright red bow tie sitting on top of my dresser, neatly folded to be put on, I decide that today, I'm not going to wear it. Pushing my glasses up my nose, I turn my back on it and head to the kitchen to try and have some breakfast.

Arriving in the kitchen, I see that my cheerios, banana and glass of juice are waiting for me. The only difference is that my mother is not in the kitchen putting away the dishes like she usually does. Looking at the time I realize that I've already missed the bus. Given everything I really don't care. That's when I hear a familiar voice coming from the living room. Stepping carefully to the entryway, I see that the voice I am hearing is it voice that I know all too well.

It belongs to Victoria Black.

Why she is here, I do not know. All I can see is that she is in my house, sitting on my couch, talking to my mother.

"I'm going to miss Papa Roggy. He was such a sweety." I hear her say. Looking down at her knees, her body language is definitely not showing the usual air of arrogance and confidence that I remember. Wearing a sleeveless, white turtleneck top, it is thin and definitely made for the summer time. Dangling from her neck is a little gold chain with a heart that stops just where the massive swells of her pneumatic breasts begin. Stretching forward imperiously, they make quite the impression in her top, a top that fits them just right for the armholes are not overly stretched. In fact they are hardly stretched at all, but they are stretched some. From there she is wearing a black skirt that stops mid way down her thighs. Covered in a fine nylon, there is no mistaking their thickness, but there's also no denying the width of her hips that the skirt is clinging too lightly and no doubt the swell of her big bottom that is currently pressing into my couch cushion.

Sniffling as she stops her sobbing, my mother reaches out and pats Victoria on the knee. "Grandpa Roger could have thoroughly approved of you, Vicki. You have grown up into a fine young woman."

Listening to this, I know that she is talking more about Victoria's looks than her personality. My mother has always been a sucker for pretty girls with nice figures. She's nice to everybody, but if a girl is thin and can fill out her clothes the right way, she has a tendency to be extra nice.

Taking a step into the living room, I can feel myself get an involuntary semi chub. Sticking my hand in my pocket to hide the inappropriate bulge, I walk up to the middle of the room and look down at the two women. "Hi Vicki." I say both happy that she is in my house, but also upset at what she had just done to me yesterday and has been doing to me since middle school.

Looking up, I can see that her eyes don't have the usual fire. Looking me right in the eye, she returns the greeting flatly. "Hey Timbo."

Timbo... That's what she used to call me when we were friends. I'm surprised she still remembers it giving him how much she talks down to me to my face and about me behind my back.

"Your mom called and told me about your grandpa. She asked if I would give you a ride to school. That is, if you still plan on going." Victoria says not inflating her chest, even a little bit.

"Yeah... I guess I will. I'm just going to skip breakfast today, okay mom?" I say as I find my eyes drifting to her magnanimously filled top. Even from here I can see the outline of bra cups. Unlike her usual lacey and sexy things, today it's a little more standard. The typical bra bought off the rack instead of in the back corner of the lingerie store. It's still definitely a Victoria's Secret brand. I think that's all she ever buys. Kind of ironic that the place she buys her underwear at is not only her namesake, but also has an implication attached to it.

"Sure, honey." She says not even looking at me. Turning her attention to victoria, she pads her thigh, just above her knee this time and offers a weak smile. "Thank you so much for coming over this morning. It really means a lot to me and the family."

"Of course... Of course..." Victoria says somberly as she stands up along with my mother. When she does she immediately smooths out her skirt, but not before I catch sight of the white and stretchy shorts that she is wearing underneath. Even in that brief glimpse, I got to see the sight of her ass and it's positively spectacular how much overhang there is in the back. It's an ass designed with the sole intention of driving men nuts and it does its job wonderfully, along with those jaw dropping giant tits sticking out from her chest.

If Victoria's goal is to be a walking and talking bimbofied barbie, she certainly has certainly achieved it.

Watching my mother head towards her bedroom which is just off of the living room, Victoria looks over at me and her eyes go instantly cool. "Your mom asked me to give you a ride to school today. Now don't take this as a sign that we're going to be friends, okay?"

Seeing her stare at me like that, my eyes instantly drop to the much more pleasant view of her stretched out top. Staring at the massive swells dominating her chest and stretching the cotton to the edges of her arms, I nod slowly. "Okay."I say as I feel my chub turn into a boner. Even though I know that her tits are 100% plastic, I still can't stop myself. I guess I really just like the sight of huge tits in tight tops!

I guess she is looking by the next thing that comes out of her mouth. "Ugh... You better not cum."

Looking down at my own boner, I can feel my balls start to swell. Knowing that it's very real possibility that I could explode between now and the bathroom has school, I say the only honest thing that I can. "I'll try not too."

Looking up, I see her roll her eyes as she rolls her head and flips her hair as she spins towards the door. Coming to a halt, she holds that pose for about 2 seconds before scissor walking away, her hips sway and making that clingy, yet loose skirt dance over her bulbous and round bottom. Ironically, it hits me. For someone who despises me so much, she's always looking at my junk and posing. Either she's doing it to show off how much more Superior she is, or she is secretly attracted to me and cannot bring herself to admit it. Does Victoria have a thing for pushover guys? It wouldn't surprise me in the least bit. She has such a domineering personality that I can see her marrying a guy that she can literally walk all over with her stilettos and he would ask for more!

"Are you coming or what?" Victoria says, snapping me out of my days now standing at the door and holding it partially open. Again she is standing there with her hips slightly cockeyed and a skirt that clearly shows off her hot looking ass.

"But I thought you just told me not to." I say unable to hide my own grin at my own joke as I grab my backpack and slip on my shoes.

Cringing slightly, Victoria takes a deep breath and exhales. It is obvious that she knew she walked into that one and paid the price. Walking up to her, she starts walking out the door when I am approximately three steps away. Closing the door behind me, she is already getting into her car when I turn around. Walking down the short steps to the walkway, I hurry to the passenger side, jogging around the hood of her car. When I look at her through the windshield, I see her watching my hard on bounce up and down. I don't know if she is attracted to it, but when she sees that she's been outed, she quickly looks away with a scowl on her face. Climbing into the passenger seat of a brand new Mustang, it is definitely an upgrade over the 1994 Ford Taurus that I drive around. It's my mother's car so that's why I don't get to drive to school.

The entire drive to school there is absolutely no conversation between us. The only noise is coming from the radio which is set to a very low volume. Listening, it is some new song that I don't even know who sings it, nor care to even hear it. To me that stuff sounds like utter trash. There are some bright moments, however. Whenever we hit bumps in the road, I get to watch her massive chest bounce in her top. Eventually I look out the window and pass the remainder of the time watching the trees and houses fly by. Next thing I know the car is getting to a stop. Launching forward in my seat, the timely locking of the seatbelt keeps me from crashing my head into the dashboard!

"Okay. Time to get out loser." She says not even looking at me.

Looking from her to the driveway that is still quite a ways away, I look back at her with an incredulous look on my face. "But the entrance is right up there. Plus, school has already started so it's not like anyone's going to see us together."

"I'm not going to take that chance. Get out of my car, now." Victoria states, stealing her resolve to get her way or else.

"Fine." I say as I grab my book bag from between my legs as I open the door and get ready to climb out. I am no sooner out of the car and turning to close the door when the tires squeal and leave a long trail of rubber up the road. The **** of it shutting the door on its own. Raising my hand, I wave even though she is already turning into the driveway up ahead. "Thanks for the ride!!!"

Walking the 10th of a mile up the hill, I make the turn on foot and I don't actually make it to class until midway through 2nd period. When I arrive, the teacher is already in the middle of their lesson and when they look at me to speak, I cut them off by holding out a note. It is from the office excusing my tardiness due to a family loss.

Reading it over, the teacher looks at me and shakes his head. "I'm sorry to hear this, Timmy. If you need anything at all I'm here, okay?"

"Thank you Mr. Tomkins." I say nodding my head quietly.

"Go ahead and take your seat, son." He says.

Watching me walk down the aisle to the only available desk in the back left corner. He only resumes his lesson once I am seated. Carrying on, I am still getting my notebook in pen out as I see people looking at me. Today feels different. No one is looking at me condescending like they usually do, or smirking at something they are thinking about in relation to me that makes them laugh. Today, if only for a moment, I can feel the respect from person to person. I guess Mom called the school and told the principal about what happened yesterday.

When lunch time rolls around, Sarah and I are walking towards our typical table. Coming close enough to Victoria's table I over here a little bit of what they're talking about. They are asking her why she was late.

"I had a doctor's appointment but I forgot about this morning." Is all she says and then returns to her meal.

Hearing this, Natalie and Alicia look at her and then look up and over at me. Even they show their hearts today. When I make eye contact with them, they look down. They look down without a smirk, or a snark.

Today might be Tuesday, but it's not the day I was expecting for my first day back in the real world.