The Man of the House

Chapter 104

“I’m still not really happy about this. It’s really not necessarily.” Mackenzie complained.

“This is something I feel I need to do for me,” I responded. “I don’t want to keep depending on you girls to take me everywhere.”

“Any of us would be happy taking you anywhere.”

“It’s not about that.” I sighed. “It’s about me…”

Mackenzie gave me a blank look. “Look, both Mom and London have tested me and they both said I’m ready. Okay?”

A week had passed by since I had broken things off with Jennifer and my teacher. Things had seemingly quieted down as I focused on school and life. I hadn’t seen Samantha outside of school, but she told me her mom and dad were getting a divorce and her dad didn’t blame me. Her mom had only spent a night in jail before getting out, and since I didn’t press any charges, it would end with that. Her mom would be far too busy trying to keep anything in the inevitable divorce proceedings.

Unfortunately, not everything could be such a clean-cut case. Diana Devon, my teacher, was someone whose class I was still in. I had to deal with her every day, and she was far more vindictive over our breakup. That was to say I got back a series of Fs on my recently returned assignments. I might have thought I had just slipped up after weeks of depending on her to boost my grades, but I had checked my assignment against someone else’s, and she truly was grading me harder.

When I tried to use the other person as proof to get my grade improved, she instead marked the other person down. This naturally angered them, and from then on no one in class would let me check my answers against theirs. If this was the cost of cleaning up and taking responsibility, then I would take it. I’d work on improving my grades so even she couldn’t use excuses to knock me down a letter grade or two.

As for the rumors about me, they continued to fly around, but no one had attempted to do anything to my locker or harass me. Along with rumors about my promiscuousness, there were also rumors that if anyone harassed me, they’d end up regretting it. I wasn’t sure which girl was protecting me, or if it was just a little bit of all of them, but I had an immunity status. I still hung out with the geeky girls Sophie, Luna, and Nora during lunch. This was done under the careful observation of the twins.

At first, they had tried to join the group, but I had to put my foot down and make them keep their distance. There was still such a thing as too much personal space. Even I needed some time where I could just sit back and talk about games and nerdy stuff without my sisters bugging me. Lunch became my outlet where I didn’t need to think about girlfriends, sisters, or sex. For the most part, they just treated me as one of the girls, and it was rarely mentioned I was a boy at all, which suited me just fine.

There was a time where I had believed there was no way a girl and a guy could just be friends. After having an overabundance of girls who were more and the option of being choosy, I now found such a situation much easier to accept.

Yet, none of that was related to my current situation. Other than school, I had decided over the last week that I wanted to get my driver’s license. It was embarrassing that I was able to reach sixteen and not at least get my learner’s permit, but as I thought more and more about it, I realized I needed to do this for myself. I had already taken a driver’s education class as part of my first quarter, but I didn’t follow it up with the test.

The reason I had refused to get my license was a completely selfish one. I was worried my mom would start requiring me to do errands for her, and I’d have to start driving my little sisters around. Dawn and Mackenzie both had their own driver’s licenses, but we only had one car, and mom had it with her at work most of the day. It got shared out on the weekend, but having to become mom’s errand boy all so I might get a few hours of car time every weekend did not seem like a fair trade-off.

However, my attitude was changing. In particular, I didn’t plan to stop at getting my license. I wanted to get a job too, and then buy my car. A house with so many of us needed a second car. We couldn’t even all fit in this one to go anywhere in a group. Someone always had to be left behind unless London was involved too. It wasn’t fair that London had to keep coming to the house and help either. Thus, it seemed obvious to me what to do.

I spent the last week reviewing the content after school, and even went out with mom once and London twice to practice. I was pretty confident that I could pass the exam now. So, I ended up having Mackenzie bring me to the license bureau so that I could take the exam. She didn’t seem to like the idea of me getting my driver’s license. Perhaps it was a control thing? I put my foot down though, and she finally ran out of excuses.

We pulled into the parking lot and I headed inside and took a number. It was another fifteen minutes until I was finally called up to the front. I gave all of my information and then was brought into a room where I began my exam on an old-looking computer. After clicking through all the answers from what I could recall from my studying, I ended up waiting next to Mackenzie again.

“I got my license last year. You’ll want to get the guy in glasses. He’s nice. However, you don’t want to get that woman.” She gestured to a woman who had just walked in. “Dawn failed her first exam because she got her. She’s the hardest tester and a real bastard.”

She was a middle-aged woman with frizzy hair and wore too much makeup. She was wearing clothing that looked like she was trying to appear in her twenties. I’d say she was in her mid-life crisis. I was just about to put her out of my mind when the woman turned in our direction and called my name. Mackenzie made a noise of disbelief. Just my luck, I had ended up getting the woman I was warned against. I prevented myself from showing my disappointment, and immediately stood up and walked over to her.

“Ah… just what I need, another male driver.” I heard her whisper under her breath as I approached.

I stiffened slightly, and the guy who was giving her my stuff could only smile at me helplessly. “This is Bernette, she’ll be your driving instructor today.”

“Come on, let’s get this over with. The car is in the back.” The woman barely even looked in my direction as she turned away and walked out the back door.

I shot Mackenzie one last look, and she shrugged helplessly. Although, I could see her expression wasn’t completely miserable. If I failed, it would only validate her comments that I should wait to get a license. If she had things her way, I would have been practicing until I was eighteen. I turned away and followed the woman out the back. Despite me only hesitating a moment, she was already waiting with her arms crossed tapping her feet and a look demanding I hurry up.

This time, I gave a slight wince and then got into the driver’s side of the car. At least I didn’t mess up and try to enter the passenger side or something. The woman followed me into the car, and took the passenger side, pulling out a clipboard and pencil. I made sure to buckle up, check all the mirrors very deliberately, and only then start the engine.

“You didn’t check the side mirror.” She declared.

“I-I did… it’s just set right.”

I had even made a show of looking at it, but because I didn’t feel the need to adjust it, I was going to lose some points?

“Just head out the parking lot. Head left.” She didn’t respond to my defense at all.”

“R-right.” I put the car into drive and then headed out.

As soon as I stopped at the street, she made a tsking noise and then started writing something down. I looked at her, trying to get an answer to what I had done wrong.

“Focus on the road.” She pointed with her pencil.

I felt my eye twitch at her words. This was extremely annoying. Mackenzie had been right, she was a bastard. I turned out of the driveway and onto the main street. She gave me instructions several times, and I did my best to listen to her. However, she gave conflicting instructions twice and then yelled at me when I was turning the wrong way. Her humor, if she had any to begin with, was gone in an instant as we drove through the backstreets behind the DMV.

“Try parallel parking.” She pointed to an area between two cars.

I did as she asked, managing to pull the car in and park it. Feeling a bit of relief that I was able to do it successfully, only to hear Bernette let out a long sigh.

“It’s time to return.” She responded in a somewhat cold tone.

We were done already? She hadn’t even tested backing up or a y turn. Had I already failed? I was just about to set the car back into drive, but thinking about Mackenzie waiting at the DMV smugly reassuring me that it was fine and even Dawn failed her first time would irritate me. I absolutely couldn’t go back with a failure. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Bernette.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to concentrate since getting into the car with you.”

She turned to me, a frown on her face. “What?”

“It’s just, you’re really cute, and it’s a distraction.”

Her eyes widened, and after a second realization showed on her face. “You know, flattery isn’t going to help you pass the test.”

I reached out and grabbed her, causing her mouth to fall open. “This isn’t about the test. I’m attracted to you, and I want to feel you!”

Of course, I was lying a bit. She wasn’t necessarily ugly or fat, but she was a bit on the older side. She seemed to be the type who was regretting that she was getting older and was still trying to do stuff to seem young.

Although I had broken things off with my teacher and Samantha’s mom, the toxic relationships, playing with a woman to get what I want wasn’t still off the table. I reached out and put my hand on her leg.

“This… is… seriously?” She licked her lips, her eyes growing excited.

“I just want to feel you…” I begged.

She spread open her legs, unbuttoning her pants, and I reached in. My fingers dived past her thick bush into her pussy, and I started stroking her. She grabbed my arms as my fingers worked in and out of her. It was about five minutes of heavy panting until she orgasmed, her body rocking against my hands. When I finished, she pulled my hand out of her panties.

“Okay… hah… hah… we can go back now.”

I was prepared to go further. I was a little confused, but I set the car to drive anyway and then returned to the DMV. She had her eyes closed and looked far more relaxed as we drove back, and didn’t say anything at all regarding my driving. When I pulled in and parked, she opened her eyes, wrote a few things, and then handed me a slip of paper.

“You passed.” She responded. “You were going to pass anyway. It had nothing to do with that, not that I didn’t appreciate it.”

“R-really? We didn’t need to…”

“But aren’t you glad we did?” She asked, her relaxed behavior returning to her original face. “Now get out.”

She slammed the door behind me, and I could only walk into the DMV. After washing my hands in the bathroom, I walked out with my very own driver’s permit. In the end, I didn’t know how I felt about it.