A Matter of Trust Ch. 01 by Jascsa
This is my first story that I have written for this site and the first of this multi-part series.
I have always been drawn to longer series that tell a complete story, not just a sexual adventure so if that is all you are looking for, be warned that this isn’t that type of story. There are some sexual adventures in this chapter, but future chapters will deal more heavily into that. In this first chapter I will try to build a setup, back-story, and character development as much as I can as this goes along.
I am actively working on the first few chapters of this story, although I currently do not have an editor, so I am trying to make these as cohesive and comprehensive as I can with the limited resources available to me.
All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older.
None of these events or characters are real, sorry.
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Enjoy.
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Chapter 1.
“So, what time does your flight leave in the morning?” Jackson asked.
“7am. I should land in San Diego shortly after noon.”
“Great! We can’t wait to have you back home buddy. Emily is looking forward to meeting you in person finally.”
“Yeah, I am really looking forward to meeting her as well. Sorry I didn’t the chance before you got engaged and started planning a wedding.”
“It’s ok man. With you being deployed and with all that happened, we understood. Just glad you’re still with us and able to make it.”
“Ha… thanks, me too.”
“Hey man I got to run for now. We have some stuff to finalize before the wedding this weekend, but hey I will see you tomorrow at the airport. Emily told me to take you out to get some real seafood, not that lame east coast crap you call seafood.”
“Looking forward to it buddy. I have a few more things to pack and I’m ready to go. I’ll see you at the airport.” and with that I said goodbye to my best friend.
I had met Jackson when I was about 5. They had moved in next door and my family and I went out to greet them. We were then introduced to the couple’s twin children, Jackson and Candace. They were about 2 months older than me and it was nice to have someone my age to be able to hang around with. As we grew older, I became really close to Jackson and he quickly became my best friend. We would always do things together and since I was an only child, he became like a brother to me. We would always go camping, fishing, bike riding, play baseball, have sleepovers and stay up way past our bedtime trying to play video games all night after our parents went to bed.
Then one rainy afternoon, tragedy struck. I was 14 at the time and the school received a phone call from the sheriff’s office that my parents were involved in a car accident and were killed. I ran home crying and later on Jackson brought me to his house and told his family what had happened. They notified my aunt and she rushed on the first flight out to come help me. Between the 5 of them, they helped me through one of my darkest times.
My aunt and their parents sat me down about two weeks after the funeral and talked about what was going to happen to me. My aunt explained that I would be going to live with her back on the east coast and that I would be moving as soon as she was ready to go and finalized the sale of the house and my parent’s assets, leaving me dad’s old car as a way to get around when I became old enough to drive. Their parents had offered to let me stay with them so that I could finish out my schooling here. I asked my aunt if that was ok and she seemed to jump at the idea. I guess the thought of being a parent of a teenager scared her.
Ron and Barbra Parker quickly became like a second mom and dad to me. They looked after me, they took care of me, they helped me with my schooling, and got me back on track.
I’d like to say that I was the star quarterback back then, tall and muscular that all the guys wanted to be and that all the hot girls wanted… but that was Jackson, not me. He was just over 6’2″ tall, with short sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and rugged good looks. He was the star quarterback that was going to take the team to state for the 3rd year in a row. He had the looks, had the girls, and was the popular one in school. I was the skinny, tall, lanky kid that was just over 6′ tall, and if I weighed 160 lbs. that was generous. I had long chestnut brown hair to my shoulders with brown eyes. I didn’t have the rugged good looks that Jackson had; I was the skinny nerd with acne problems that everyone picked on. I was the one that everyone thought was a pushover. I was the one that everyone made fun of, except Jackson.
As we got older, Jackson grew to become the Adonis that he was, yet I stayed that scrawny little teenager that seemed to get lost in his shadow.
Candace had also changed as she grew older. She was a knockout. She was around 5’7″ tall, almost shoulder length straight sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes. She had a soft slightly oval and rounded face with a smile that could warm a frozen man. Her toned body and slender hips looked absolutely perfect to most guys that saw her. She could rival any of the girls at school for her beauty and if judged in a contest, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, she would win. She had this quiet reserve to her yet always seemed popular and had many friends in school. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
As I ended the call and got up, I stretched and realized that we had been talking for almost 2 hours and I still had some things to finish packing. I walked over to the fridge to grab a drink and a quick snack as I needed some much-needed sleep soon. I grabbed a glass of iced tea and made a sandwich.
I sat down on the couch of my small base apartment and turned on the television, trying to find something, anything on the tv to watch for a bit, although I suspect that it wouldn’t take long and I’d be out like a light. After finishing my meal and finding nothing exciting to watch, I decided that I was going to just hit the sack and finish packing early before I had to go to the airport.
I walked down the hall to bathroom to take a piss, getting myself ready for bed. Standing there I started to ponder just what all was in store for my time back home. Mostly I had just planned on going to the beach and maybe go walk around the shops and downtown district as I didn’t want to stray too far from my hotel. I needed to re-familiarize myself with the city as it had been almost 8 years since I had been back. I left shortly after graduation when I enlisted in the Marine Corps, now coming back a much older and wiser 26-year-old. Just the thought alone made me chuckle.
I wondered if maybe I might meet a cute girl at the wedding. There are always at least 1 or 2 hot single girls at weddings and women love a man in uniform. Sure, I have dated a few women over the years and I was far from a virgin, but mostly I kept to myself avoiding any real relationships and focused on my service to my country. I started to think about the shy, nervous kid asking for a date for senior prom…