Take it Easy – Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque – Part 1A

Take it Easy – Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque by zxnoregretsxz69. The story is including Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Masturbation, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism Genres. Hope you enjoy! Please tell me what you think about the story. Also, I recommend reading the other parts of the story first, if you haven’t done so.

Take it Easy – Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque – Part 1A

Author: zxnoregretsxz69

“The syllable pattern for haiku is five-seven-five, so– Aaron, are you paying attention?” Mr. Harrison halted and gave me a stern look. He was a stodgy old guy, but he was usually nice enough.

“Yeah, yeah, five-seven-five, I got it.” I assured him.

“Hmm…” He continued lecturing about the origin and rules of haiku. “As you can see, there’s no rhyme scheme. Instead…”

His voice faded into the background as I turned my attention away from him again. It was the first week of December, several weeks since Emily and I had officially gotten together, but she had been so busy working on term papers that we couldn’t hang out for the last week, so we were trying to make up for it by texting or talking at every opportunity, including during school.

Me: How’s that paper coming?

Emily: Ugh… I’m thinking I’ll finish faster if I do some cocaine

Me: Definitely faster lol. Don’t know about the quality, though

Emily: Lol maybe. Hey, are you free next Saturday?

Me: Just gotta clear some stuff up with my coke dealer, but after that, yeah.

Emily: You are so nuts… Anyway, the parents’ day luncheon at my sorority is next Saturday, so you can meet my parents if you want. I think it’s only fair, since I know your mom already.

I paused for a minute.

Me: Sounds good. Should I wear my tux?

Emily: Duh, no. Just wear something a little nicer than what you usually do.

She was referring to my habit of wearing either plain white or black T-shirts with jeans. Sometimes I would throw in a hoodie or a rock band shirt, but my wardrobe didn’t really have much variety other than that unless the weather demanded it.

Me: Roger that, Private Osbourne.

Emily: Please. I’m at least a captain.

Me: Yessir, Captain Osbourne, sir.

Emily: I gotta go. See u sometime this weekend?

Me: Absolutely, snookums. 😉

Emily: Blech.

I grinned.

“Something funny, Aaron?” Mr. Harrison had noticed that I wasn’t paying attention again.

“Just loving class, sir.” I smiled innocently, surreptitiously sliding my phone back into my pocket.

The class erupted into laughter. Most of them had seen that I was texting, but I’m well-known for talking my way out of trouble, and this situation was no exception.

“Well, see that you don’t enjoy it too much.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly before he returned to his lesson.

I stretched out in my chair and prepared to go through the motions for the rest of the day.

Before I knew it, Parents’ Day had arrived and my mom had dressed me in a sweater and pair of corduroys that I didn’t even know I owned.

“You have to look nice for her parents,” she explained, “we can’t have them knowing what a ruffian you are.”

“Gee, thanks, mom.” I groaned, more nervous than I expected to be.

“You look nice.” Nicole smiled.

“Thanks, Nicky.” I hugged her. She had become a little more reserved and quiet recently, so I was glad to see her smiling and happy. I still hadn’t figured out who the mystery man was, but it wasn’t for lack of trying: I had asked every friend of hers that I knew about him, even some that I didn’t know.

I drove to her house and walked in. Girls and their parents were milling about, some of them holding champagne glasses. I spotted Emily in the living room area, talking to a middle-aged couple that I could only assume were her parents. She happened to glance toward the door, so I waved my arms to get her attention. Beckoning me over, she smiled broadly. I pushed through the crowd and took a deep breath.

“Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Aaron.”

Her parents turned to look at me, so I got my first good look at them. Emily’s dad had short-clipped graying hair and looked to be in good shape, wearing a fitted gray suit. Though some of his features were visible in Emily, Emily’s appearance obviously drew more from her mother, who was blonde and gorgeous: she was bustier even than Emily, had green eyes, and her incredibly tight dress showed off her long legs and hourglass figure. Also, she looked about fifteen years younger than her husband.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled warmly, “I’m Aaron Moody.”

“Hmm…” Emily’s mom began in her posh accent, sizing me up, “he’s quite fit, dressed nicely… I guess he seems alright.” She pinched my bicep and nodded, as if agreeing with her own assessment of me.

“Thanks, Mrs. Osbourne. I can see where Emily gets her good looks.” I decided that a little flattery wouldn’t hurt, but I added a suck-up grin, just in case.

“Ooh, this one’s quite the charmer.” She laughed breathily.”And please, call me Alice. ‘Mrs. Osbourne’ makes me sound so old.”

“Tell me, Aaron, what kind of car do you drive?” Mr. Osbourne chimed in. He had a sort of military demeanor, straight-backed and serious-looking.

I was taken off guard. “Um… A V8 Mustang convertible.”

He gave me a small nod. “An excellent choice; I quite like American muscle cars. There’s a certain power in them that you can’t find in British cars.”

I was starting to like this guy. “I agree, but British cars do have a sense of style and sophistication that American cars just don’t.”

“Indeed, they do.” He turned to Emily. “I like this one.”

Emily and I both let out relieved laughs.

“How about you show it to me?” He requested politely enough, but the tone of his voice indicated that he was used to getting what he wanted.

“Sure.” I agreed, leading him to the lot, where my car was parked.

“Now, while I am interested in seeing your car, I also want to make sure that you’re going to treat my daughter well.”

“I understand, sir.”

“I’m not going to give you a speech or anything, but I do want your word that you will treat her the way she deserves to be treated.”

“Absolutely, sir. I promise.” As I said that, I realized that this was the first time I’d ever been on the receiving end of a situation like this: usually I was grilling Nicole’s prospective boyfriends.

“Alright then,” he offered his hand and I shook it, “show me that car of yours.”

After he inspected my car and gave me his seal of approval, he told me about the origin of his interest in cars. “I actually used to be pretty high up in an illegal auto-trafficking organization. I’ve got the tattoos to prove it.”

When my eyes widened, he laughed for the first time that day. “I’m just kidding. About the tattoos, anyway. But remember, I am a doctor. So if you hurt Emily, I’ll know how to break you.”

“Only sort of kidding this time.” He added. “Come, it’s only fair that you see my car, now.”

We walked around to the other side of the parking lot. “Wow!” I exclaimed when he gestured to a sleek gray sports car. “A Vantage? Is that a V12 S?”

“Indeed it is.” He proudly confirmed. “I’ve always had a soft spot for Aston-Martin.”

I admired his car for a few more minutes, eagerly asking questions. The Vantage has always been one of my favorite sports cars. Eventually, I realized that we had been out there for quite a while and apologized for keeping him so long.

“It’s no problem at all. Come, let’s go get some refreshments.” He beckoned for me to join him on a quest for champagne. “So, Emily tells me you’re a fan of classic rock?”

“Yes, sir. The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Eagles…”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.” He assured me. “You know, I’ve performed surgery on some famous rock stars.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but I’m not legally allowed to tell anyone who they were.” He winked in a way that showed that he had a subtle, but devilish sense of humor.

“Very mysterious.” I laughed.

I did my best to continue impressing him until we returned to the ladies with champagne for him and Mrs. Osbourne.

“About time, dear. I thought you’d finally left me.” Mrs. Osbourne teased him.

“I thought about it.” He said in a serious voice that was accompanied by his characteristic eye-twinkle.

“Now, Emily, dear, talk to your father. I’d like some one-on-one time with Aaron; I have to see for myself if he’s as marvelous as you say he is.”

“Mom!” Emily blushed.

“Marvelous, eh?” I grinned at Emily. She gave me a look that said I’d pay for that later.

Mrs. Osbourne led me to one of the large couches in the sitting room and sat me next to her.

“So, Aaron, I assume that my husband gave you the whole ‘be good to my daughter’ speech?”

“Sort of.” I admitted.

“Well, I promise I won’t do that, then. What I want to know is what you like about my daughter.”

That was sort of a curveball. I thought for a moment before speaking. “I like that she’s smart, funny, energetic, beautiful, and down-to-earth. She always keeps me on my toes, but she’s also incredibly kind and caring. She’s like no girl I’ve ever met before.” I felt a slight twinge of guilt as I thought about Ashton, who also fit most of those criteria, but I pushed it out of my mind.

Mrs. Osbourne leaned back and swirled her champagne around in the glass with her long, elegant, perfectly manicured fingers. “I have to say, I’d expect no less from you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her, though it seemed like she was pleased with my answer.

“Emily speaks the world of you, so I expected you to do the same of her.” She explained. “She also said that you have quite the way with words.”

“I like to think so.” I quipped.

“I’ve always liked men who are articulate,” She went on, “there’s something so attractive about a man like that.”

I was starting to get uncomfortable, so I tried to change the subject away from me. “I assume that that’s how Mr. Osbourne wooed you, then?”

She leaned in and her hand lighted on my knee. “Between you and I, Damian never did have a way with words like you do. Though, you do remind me of him when he was younger: handsome, fit, full of life. Now he’s rather droll and austere…”

“Ah…” I mumbled, not wanting to get involved in her marital issues, but unsure of how to escape.