GC Part 5: The morning after

Nicole frowned her eyebrows when she felt the bright sunlight shine through her closed eyelids. Trying to hide from the rays, she turned to her other side. The new position successfully saved her sensitive pupils from the blinding light, but her bent knees didn’t have enough space this way. Which was weird, because her bed didn’t touch the walls on either side. Slowly, she opened her eyes to the blur of the new day. It took a few blinks and flutters of her long eyelashes to focus her vision. But when she finally took in her surroundings, she was surprised to find herself lying on the living room couch.

How did she get there? She thought as she groggily pushed her upper body up with her hand while using the other one to rub her aching temple. And she saw an empty wine bottle standing on the coffee table. The culprit of her headache. Letting her whirling mess of a hungover mind steady itself enough to walk, she stood up and made her way over to the master bedroom.

The house was awfully quiet, a very welcome revelation. Though, with the sun so bright, she assumed it was quite late in the morning. By now her husband would’ve normally been working inside his home office. Instead, there was no trace of him, or anyone else really. Leaving this puzzle for later, Nicole decided not to waste any more time and go freshen up.

The cold water flowing down her head and the rest of her naked body helped bring back some memories of last night. Her dumb husband had once again stood her up. She had deluded herself by thinking that he would’ve finally changed, that he would’ve finally acknowledged her needs and shown at least a hint of interest in satisfying her. But once again, this was just foolish hope of her innocent love. Love that faded a little every time her husband abused her naivety.

If only Robert showed a fraction of regard for how she felt that Zeke had shown her. Her young friend reminded her of the man she had once fallen in love with years ago. The attentive and loving man that wouldn’t dismiss her troubles. Zeke spent the entire evening listening and comforting her while she cried on his shoulder. Despite seeing the mess Robert had made of her, he embraced her in his comforting arm. Maybe a little too comforting… She remembered feeling his hand brush against her breast multiple times. At the time she didn’t pay much attention to it, whether it was because she was so mad at Robert, or because she was really drunk. But as if through a fog she could remember him grab her bosom in a rather inappropriate way, considering she’s a married a woman.

She couldn’t even tell if it had truly happened. At some point at night the snuggle seemed to have turned into a dream. She couldn’t deny that his touch felt good, too good in fact. And the idea to let him take Robert’s place in her bed, it simply couldn’t have come out of his mouth… could it? The attempt at telling dream from reality made her feel dizzy. And she couldn’t even tell how long she had been standing in the shower. She chuckled at the possibility of Zeke being bold enough to suggest sleeping with her. It was just another one of those nightly fantasies of finding a man that would care about her, it must have been.

The sizzle of eggs scrambling echoed in the kitchen. Nicole stood at the stove wearing a long white bathrobe, her wet brown hair freely falling down the shoulders. Going through the rough morning, she didn’t even pay attention to the front of her robe being so loose that it showed the inner sides of her ample chest. The only thing that mattered was the small cup of coffee she was sipping on, as well as the eggs and toast that she would devour in a few minutes.

When she placed the plate and her cup on the small circle shaped kitchen table and took a seat on one of four chairs, she heard the front door open and close right after. “Anyone home?” The unquestionable voice of her only son shouted way too loudly for her likes. She heard him throw his bag somewhere on the floor, making a mess wherever he went. No matter how many times she told him to keep the house tidy, in the end she’d always have to clean up after him anyway.

Soon, the young man walked into the kitchen. “Oh hey, mom.” He looked at her plate and asked. “Did you make some for me?” Brad was nineteen, but still behaved like a little momma’s boy. On most days, she would find it adorable or at the very least tolerable, but not today. “If you want some, you’ll have to make it yourself…” She replied in a frustrated tone.

The woman’s frustration passed onto him, and he quickly realized that he’d have to be cautious with his words not to push her buttons. “…Good morning to you too.” He said in a more serious tone and started working on his own breakfast in silence. With his food ready soon after, he sat on the other side of the table and began eating.

Nicole ate breakfast while lost in her thoughts. She could barely keep her head up, having to support it with one hand. But when she glanced at her son, she noticed him looking at her plate. Though only when she lowered her gaze did she realize that it wasn’t actually what he was staring at. Her own son had his eyes glued to the inappropriately deep cleavage of her loose robe, that threatened to spill her big breasts out. She quickly fixed it, but as irritated as she had been that morning, she couldn’t really blame him for looking. The boy only did it because of his uncontrollably raging hormones and maybe something else that was raging. Though, it amused her that her body still had the ability to attract a young man’s eyes. It was just surprising that he couldn’t hold himself back even after all the time he’d spent with his girlfriend.

It had been almost two years since Brad started dating Chrissie. In many ways she resembled herself back when she was nineteen. The girl had a pair of impressive breasts and a tight body - thin arms, long legs and a narrow waistline but also wide hips that gave space for a firm butt. Even her soft face bore similarities with hers. But those similarities ended in their appearances. At least the woman thought they did. She didn’t like Chrissie very much. The girl wasn’t a good match for her son. Nicole could see through the fake affection and allure she was taking advantage of her horny son’s mind with. The girl had been no one before she met Brad, just an empty-headed bimbo, that found a boyfriend she could use like a wallet.

A woman could represent nothing of value, but as long as she was youthful and flaunted her ass in a man’s face, that man would stop at nothing to find a way to plunge his dick in her slutty pussy. This made Nicole think back to her husband. Would he have looked at her differently had she looked more like Chrissie? If she hadn’t been old and unattractive, would he have tried harder to fuck her, or was he just an old man, no longer interested in anything but fulfilling his never-ending ambitions? At least Zeke would’ve jumped in bed with her if she gave him the chance to. She fantasized, remembering the dream of her friend offering to give her the same treatment he was giving to Pamela Peterson. A lucky woman she was.

Zeke held the front door open for Robert Robbins, while he entered the house holding an unpacked TV with one arm and a large bag filled with some boxes in the other hand. “So, I see this guy’s ball land in this really big greenside bunker, but he walks up to it with a 7-Iron in his hands. And I’m like ‘where is your sand lodge, buddy?’ and he says he doesn’t have one! Poor guy was stuck in there for almost half an hour before he gave up.” Zeke **** a chuckle at the old man’s joke. “That’s a good one, Bob.”

The two of them got to know each other this morning. Bob, as Zeke was now referring to his bully’s father, even bought him some room equipment, a fifty five inch 8k TV among others. Putting the box and the bag in the living room, Robert joined his wife and son in the kitchen. “There he is! We must’ve just missed you, champ.” He exclaimed, stealing a bite of his son’s toast. “We?” Brad asked and looked towards the kitchen door.

Standing in the doorframe was Zeke Tanner. The same Zeke Tanner that he had beaten up at school on Friday, and the same one that had later showed up at his house pretending to be Mr. Peterson’s nephew. “You again!?” He burst out, ready to lunge at him from his seat. But Zeke’s words came out quicker. “Shut up and sit back down. I’ll deal with you in a moment.” Zeke wasn’t in the mood for another round of Brad’s crying. He had enough after spending the morning with the bully’s annoying father, and he had some other stuff planned for after they were done.

Neither of Brad’s parents said anything about him suddenly going quiet. Instead, Nicole greeted Zeke, pulling him to her side without standing up. Her feelings towards the boy were still mixed after last night, but she had been telling herself that anything inappropriate that he had done was just a fabrication of her mind. He was a good friend, and it wouldn’t be alright to hold a grudge for anything she couldn’t know that he had done. “I’m sorry I let you sleep on the couch, but I didn’t have the heart to wake you up. You aren’t mad, are you?” Zeke asked while softly holding her hands in his. He was still wearing a patch over his nose, and purply bruises stood out on the pale skin of his arms. “Oh… You know I couldn’t be mad at you, hun.” She pulled his small frame a little closer to herself and planted a big smooch on his cheek.

Standing with his side against Nicole’s body, Zeke looked across the table at Bob Robbins and his son. The father wasn’t particularly interested in the conversation, absorbed instead in something on the screen of his phone. But Brad was observing very attentively. Seeing the close relationship between his mother and Zeke Tanner for the first time shocked him to the core. Having spent the night at Chrissie’s, he managed to forget about yesterday’s oddities. But the little creep’s presence had unlocked the memories like a pandora’s box. Unfortunately, he could do nothing but sit in silence. Though, his feelings were given away by his frown and visibly gritting teeth.

“I hate to break this warm gathering, but there’s something we should discuss, Nicole.” Robert suddenly broke the silence. The woman quietly scoffed, though loudly enough for Zeke to hear. The only reason she endured sitting in a room with Robert and Brad was because they were quiet. She wanted to eat her late breakfast in peace, but her husband showed her no indulgence. “Can’t it wait?” She asked, motioning at the unfinished plate before her. “I think it’s something you’d like to hear as soon as possible. Though… not here.” He said suspiciously, hinting at their son sitting there. Nicole wanted to ignore her husband, doubting anything he had to say couldn’t wait. But when she looked to the side and glanced at Zeke, she realized that he too thought it was urgent. He had been nothing but nice to her and obviously knew the mood she was in. So, if he thought it best to be dealt with now, she would trust him. “Alright…” She sighed and followed Robert in the direction of the master bedroom.

“So… I guess it’s time I answer some of your questions.” Zeke’s demeanor changed as soon as he and Brad were the only ones left in the kitchen. He was much more laid back, cocky even. He placed his butt right where Nicole had sat moments ago, in front of his bully, and picked up her fork. “Not all of your questions, mind you.” He said and stuffed his mouth with some of the leftover eggs. “Not that you will remember any of it, anyway.” He spoke with his mouth full.

“Firstly…” He began. “I’m still here!” The enthusiasm in his last words accompanied his hands shooting to the sides, as if his presence wasn’t obvious by now. “After you left yesterday, Bob agreed to let me move in with you guys. And I know… I know that our relationship has been rocky so far, but I think it’s a great opportunity to bury the hatchet and start anew…” Zeke looked across the table in silence as if expecting Brad to say something in return. But the bully simply sent him a piercing gaze and made almost inaudible growling sounds. “Right… Secondly, I meant to have this talk with you and Chrissie together, but we didn’t quite catch you at her place.” The mention of his girlfriend’s house seemed to get even more of Brad’s attention. He wasn’t staring at Zeke with sole hatred but in shock as well. “After buying some stuff for my new room with Bob, we paid a visit to the Jablonskis. A charming couple I must say. Though of course, they weren’t why I was there, their daughter Chrissie was.” Having finished Nicole’s food, Zeke planted his chin on the palms of his hands and continued. “We had a chat. Or rather I was doing the chatting, and she was… doing something else. Anyway, you might find that she’s a little different now. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but let’s just say that she’s more… open to other people.”

A single moment passed where nothing happened. But in a fit of the bully’s rage, the table separating them went flying in Zeke’s direction. The furniture’s thin legs screeched against tiles of the kitchen floor. And the earritating sound ended only when the wooden top hit Zeke’s stomach. The boy’s fragile belly absorbed all of the table’s momentum, causing him and his chair to fall down on his back.

For a moment, Zeke laid on the floor, filled with shock and fear and gasping for air. It had been almost an entire day since he felt worried that he might genuinely die. The mind controlling power he now wielded had quickly made him forget the danger he was putting himself at when dealing with Bradley Robbins. And as he helped himself off the floor, he looked at the still sitting bully. “I could make you slit your throat right now, y-you know.” He said, whimpering from the pain in his chest. Though the shove of the table didn’t seem to have done any significant damage it had hit him on the yesterday’s bruises. “But that wouldn’t be fun, would it now?” Zeke straightened himself and stood above Brad, outside the reach of his hands. He held his hand against his mouth in contemplation of how to best punish the delinquent in front of him. And the bully couldn’t help but look up in anger and fear now.

Soon Zeke spoke out again. “I have an idea! You’ll feel like your asshole is getting **** by a large dick!” A split second after the words had left his mouth, Brad’s eyes shot open, and his hands quickly reached down to his pants. His entire body writhed in the chair as he desperately tried pulling the imaginary object out of his anus. Zeke watched him for a solid minute, chuckling and rubbing the bruises on his belly. But when Brad, face red in agitation, teary and covered in sweat, looked back up at him with clenched teeth, the boy started speaking again. “Maybe I should leave you like this forever.” Hearing that, the bully shook his head, making uncontrollable muffled noises, begging him not to do it. “Come on, it was just a joke. No need to have a stick up your ass. Hehe…” He laughed at his own joke for a short moment. “But you need to learn your lesson. So, whenever you feel about hurting me again, you’ll remember this feeling. But in case that isn’t discouragement enough, let’s see what else I can do to not let something like this happen again.”

Zeke spent the next few minutes giving Brad mental commands that would guarantee his safety. He made the squirming bully unable to intentionally hurt him or get someone else to hurt him. Furthermore, if Brad somehow ever found a way to bypass the previous command or learned of someone else’s intention to harm him, he would instantly contact him about it. “Did you get all of that?” Zeke asked, and Brad nervously nodded his head with tears running down his red cheeks. “Fantastic! In this case, the feeling of having your ass penetrated will stop now, but you’ll still feel the results for the rest of the day.”

“Now that that’s done. Let’s finally get to what I was supposed to do with you at Chrissie’s place… You’re going to get some mental changes! And they’ll match the ones I gave to your girlfriend, isn’t it exciting?” But Brad didn’t find it exciting, he whimpered as he looked at his perpetrator in fear.