"Mikey's Weekend" Chapter Three __________________________________________________________________________ Fuck! I hate it when my alarm goes off on a Saturday. The vibrations and beeping of my cell phone's wake up call sent me nearly spiraling out of my bed. With a groggy disposition, I managed to grab the cell phone, turn it off, and chuck it against the wall. I fully intended on going back to sleep. The outlook of the day seemed bleak. I was to be stuck at home with my brother, and possibly his creepy girlfriend, for an indeterminable amount of time. What penance was I serving? What had I done to deserve this? I couldn't think of anything. I never did kick Chris in the nuts, even if I had wanted too. I thought I deserved some kind of reward for my restraint. But this? This was just unfair. The growling of my stomach sealed my fate. It was now 8:00 AM and there was no way I could get back to sleep. Once I get hungry, I won't fall asleep. I've been that way ever since I was a baby, apparently. It's something my mother has never let me forget. I used to keep her up all night with a terrible racket. I was always hungry. I decided I should test the waters of the living room. I got up out of bed, quickly threw on some clothes, and walked out into the hall. I followed the path to the living room and surveyed the damage. On the couch, sprawled out wearing only boxer shorts, was my brother Ray. He looked like a wreck. Bottles of cheap beer stank up the room and littered the once clean floor. Lying on top of him, wearing only a long black tee shirt, was his girlfriend Trisha. The mouse was skinnier than anyone I had seen before. I didn't find her sexy at all. Normally, the thought of a girl in my house wearing only a tee shirt that barely covered her up would have driven me crazy. Not today. Trisha just seemed hopeless. I felt sad. Sad for both of them. I still don't know why. I tried to ignore the scene of the midnight massacre as I passed into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, but saw nothing I could grab for a quick breakfast. Oh, we had plenty of ingredients... but nothing fast. Nothing easy. My mom says I could be a chef one day if I wanted. Just because I'm good at it, doesn't mean I like to cook. I thought about scrambling some eggs, but I really didn't want to draw attention to myself or wake up the two creatures in my living room. So, I just grabbed a banana. I quietly peeled it as I looked out of the kitchen window. The sun was shining again. It was always shining here in California. I missed the rain. I missed the cool weather. Sunshine did nothing to make me feel happy. It only served to contrast the brewing storm inside my head. At least when the weather is bad, you can identify with it. I can't identify with sunny skies. I hate the color blue. I walked back into the living room, and looked over at the two bodies lying on the couch once more. Trisha was lying over my brother on her stomach. She was turned at such an angle that her tee shirt was caught on her tail. It was hiked up just a bit. I couldn't help myself. I looked, and saw a little bit of rounded out tawny fur peeking from underneath her shirt. Her ass was sticking out. I stood there for a moment, feeling my face turn red. I didn't even think she was sexy. Why was I looking at her ass? Was I that desperate for anything remotely female? She had a nice little bum. Skinny, but cute. I could only see the bottom half of her ass; the rest was still covered by the shirt. In a quick motion, she breathed in and looked over her shoulder at me with half-closed eyes. Apparently she had been at least semi awake. She scared me. Her eyes had shadows and bags under them, and her voice was cracked. She looked like a wreck, too. "Hey creep... enjoying the view?" I had no answer for this. I stammered for a moment before she pulled her shirt back down over her ass. She rolled over to face me, but stayed lying on my brother Ray. She had one sticky leg propped up and crossed over the other. I couldn't see anything good, even though I could see up her shirt. Apparently she wasn't ready to get up and get dressed just yet. I said the only thing I could think of. "Look at the mess you guys made. You two are disgusting." I hoped I sounded convincing in my disapproval. I'm pretty sure I was just jealous of my brother, no matter how repulsive I found Trisha to be. "Jesus Christ. You're a little fucking prude, aren't you?" "I'm just calling it how I see it. And believe me, I've seen too much." Her eyes wandered over to the banana in my hand. I hadn't gotten a chance to eat it yet. I couldn't tell if she was still drunk from last night or just hungry. "Really? You've seen too much? I'm betting you've never seen anything before. I think you're a sheltered little momma's boy." "Hardly." "Oh yeah? I bet I could show you a few new things." She looked over at my paw holding the banana. "Nice fruit. You gonna eat that?" "Yeah." "I would have used it for something else." I felt my face blush again as I tried to put on a displeased face. "Give it to me. I'll show you a trick, kid." And just like that, she uncrossed her legs. One of her legs went over the backside of the couch, and her other leg left the couch as her paw came to rest on the ground. I was flashed for the first time in my life. My eyes went wide as I stared down at her vagina. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled. I felt blood pounding against my eardrums, and I felt my cock start to stiffen. Good God! What the fuck was this girl doing? I looked at where the lips of her pussy parted and saw a little bit of her insides. Quickly, I tore my eyes away and started walking out of the room. I muttered a word under my breath that I hoped she was able to hear. "Slut." I followed the hallway back to my room. I opened and closed the door with some unnecessary force. I don't know why. I was confused. I was shell-shocked. I was dumb founded. I just saw a girl's pussy. For the first time in my life. It was the weirdest and most unexpected thing that could have happened. Sure, I had a rough idea as to what it would look like. I'd seen drawings in medical books... textbooks... but I avoided pornography. I tried to act like I was above it. My brother didn't. He had tons of magazines that my mother called "filthy." I tried to avoid them. I didn't want to be like my brother. I sat down next to my bed and looked at my banana. It was turning brown from exposure to the air. I had lost my appetite. I wondered whether or not I might be able to fall asleep now. No... no, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to. I was so turned on. I hadn't been this horny in a long time. My cock was completely hard and burning hot as flashes of Trisha's pussy came into my mind. My mind lingered over it. Examined it. Analyzed it. Suddenly this girl whom I had thought was disgusting was now completely sexy to me. I felt dirty. I felt sick to my stomach. My whole perspective on women started to shift for the worse. In a quick flash, I saw Emily's face in my mind. I couldn't stop my head from doing horrible things. For a moment, I imagined Trisha's pussy while thinking of the adorable squirrel I had a crush on. I felt like I would vomit. I also felt like I would go crazy if I didn't jack off soon. Pressure was building inside of me. Then, for a moment, I had a guilt free thought of Beth. Beautiful Beth. Magnificent Beth. The next door angel from heaven. I thought about how pretty she must be when she's naked. I wished I could have seen her, instead. I wished she could have seen me naked. I always got hot when I thought of showing a girl my cock. I guess that makes me an exhibitionist. By now my banana was almost ruined. No matter. I wasn't hungry. I tossed it into my little trash bin. A pounding came from my door as it slammed open. This was my brother's normal greeting. I was very glad I had decided to wait to jack off. He would have caught me. Again. It only happened once before, and strangely... he never gave me a hard time about it. He's always an asshole to me... but he wasn't then. I don't know why. This time he was being his usual self. "Morning, queer. Trisha and I are getting out of here." I was surprised. "But mom and dad said you were supposed to stay here--" "What, and baby-sit you? Fuck off. I'm not doing that shit. You know how to find food. I'm out of here." And with those kind parting words, he left my room. I followed him into the living room. Trisha was there, looking at me with an odd expression I couldn't decipher. Did she feel guilty about what she did? I tried to ignore her and her extremely tight blue jeans. "Ray, you can't just--" "Yes I can. I've got a car. Come on, Trisha." The two started to head out of the house. Before Ray went out the door, he shot me a warning glance. "And I swear to God, if you tell mom and dad I left, I'll kill you. I'll be back tomorrow before they get home." With a slam of the door, the two left in a beat up pick-up truck. I was alone. I couldn't tell if I was happy about them leaving or not. I guess it was a good thing. I didn't like them at all. Now I at least had the house to myself for the rest of the day and all of tomorrow morning. I loved alone time. I sat down on the couch for a moment. I thought of how weird my brother was. I thought of Trisha. I thought about her tight blue jeans. Then, her pussy flashed into my mind's eye once more. My cock stiffened. I had to jack off. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I went back to my room, unbuttoning my pants as I went. I threw them off as I entered my room, and didn't bother to close the door. Soon my shirt was off, and so were my boxers. My cock was red and hard. I had gotten good at masturbation by now. I started by gently stroking it up and down. The vision of Trisha's parted legs came into my mind again. I tried to shove her out. I imagined Beth. I thought of her. Focused on her. I started getting pretty hot as I rubbed my penis shaft faster and faster. It was building up. I was almost there. I imagined holding Beth and pulling off that casual yet sophisticated dress of hers. I imagined licking her legs and kissing those cute little sandals and her sexy vixen paws. I was getting closer as my breathing intensified. My inner mind can do weird things to me. I thought of Emily for one unguarded moment. I felt guilty. I stopped for a second, refocused on Beth, and kept going. I felt the tingle inside. I was ready. I was about to cum. For a brief flash, I saw Trisha in my mind. I imagined her on top of me with that creepy skinny body of hers. I pictured my cock burying itself in her vagina. I almost came. I stopped myself again. I hated thinking of Trisha in that way. She used to repulse me. I was proud of that. Now I was jacking off while thinking of her? What the hell? I stopped before I could cum. I breathed heavily and felt angry. My dick softened up. This session was over. I got back up, put my boxers and pants back on, and found my shirt. I went back into the living room and sat on the couch once more, thinking of how lonely I felt. Life sucked. I looked at my cell phone. I saw Beth's number in my address book. I imagined calling her. I decided to go outside and check on the mail. Maybe I'd catch a glimpse of her outside. I went out the front door and looked around. I was alone. I walked out to the mailbox and checked it out. Empty. Then I noticed something that made my heart sink. Beth's driveway was empty. She wasn't even home. Loneliness threatened to crush me as I walked back into the house. I needed someone to talk to. Anyone. Fuck, I would have even talked to Chris if he were here. At least he was nice to me. Good thing he didn't know I hated him.