Introduction:
The next morning the fourth erection I ever touched was on its way back to India thoroughly relaxed, and I was $350 richer.
Getting an allowance from your parents seems to be an old-fashioned idea. My grandfather used to tell me about how he would pay my dad for mowing the lawn, washing the cars, and other chores. Even though it sounded like low-wage slavery to me, he was adamant that allowances were the only way to give your kid money. Make him or her earn it on a steady basis. In granddad's opinion, the millennial method of 'rewarding' children was way too easy and expensive. For him, the 'modern brat' learned only what instant gratification was, how to demand things, not earn them.
Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6'2, 220 pounds, with a deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid-looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, he looked like a Michelangelo statue. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school affected me the way Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan had he thrown one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan's house was for sale, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer.
For the next few months, dad tried in vain to get mom, back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. I kept in touch with mom through social media, phone calls, and sometimes I went to visit; dad didn't know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn't tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen.
On my sixteenth birthday, dad gave me a $100 bill, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek with the caution, "This will be the last free money I give you Liv. You are old enough to work for your pay, I will start you on an allowance, but you will earn it." I wasn't surprised, I'd heard his father tell me too many times I was spoiled and needed to earn money, not expect it because I was cute (But my granddad used to slip me a twenty every once in a while, with a wink and grin). The day after my birthday dad and I sat at the dinner table and wrote my job outline, as he called it.
Go to school and earn good grades.
Laundry on Saturday.
Cook dinner, clean the kitchen every evening.
Keep your bedroom clean.
Keep the bathroom cleaner.
Care for the cat and keep the cat box odor-free and tidy. (That one was easy, I LOVE my cat.)
Vacuum and mop when needed.
Other duties as assigned.
I wasn't dismayed at the list, I did all that stuff anyway, just never on a firm schedule before. What did surprise me was that the list was so short, and when I mentioned that, dad gave me a knowing little grin, "That's what the last line is for."
Three months after I started earning my allowance dad came home early from work one day and caught Todd Albright in my bed. He and I had been dating for a few months and having sex for a few weeks. Dad was raging mad, I thought he was gonna kill poor Todd, but all he did was kick him out the front door with his clothes in his hands. Todd had to hide behind some bushes to get dressed before the neighbors saw him. I had a different fate; he didn't beat me as I expected, but he made me sit with him in the front room and explain why I was having sex at the tender age of sixteen. He asked me enough questions to fill an hour-long interview; questions like, when did you start, how many boys, are you being careful, and others that embarrassed me without end. He acted relieved when I swore Todd was my first and only, and we'd been at it only a few weeks. And yes, he uses condoms (most of the time).
Things were pretty tense in the house for a couple of weeks but since I stopped seeing Todd, dad gradually relaxed and accepted that his daughter was sexually active. Me, I called my mother and made arrangements to see her, I told her what happened. Mom was a lot more sympathetic than dad and asked if I wanted some sort of birth control. I missed Todd and was thinking about him daily so I told her yes. She and I went to a doctor friend of hers and I got fixed up. I keep my pill pack hidden in my dresser, under my bras, so nobody (dad) snooping around will find them.
I started seeing Todd again. At first, he was scared of me, or I should say he was scared of my father, but I convinced him we could still date, he just couldn't come to my house. I didn't let on to dad I was involved with Todd, I went on like I wasn't hanging out with any guys, just my girlfriends. Todd and I started screwing in his car, at his house when his family was gone, or sometimes at Irene's house, Irene is my best friend. She and I would bring our boyfriends to her bedroom and fuck them at the same time. We did it on the same bed, it was a hot turn on watching Brian screw her while I was lying beside them with Todd between my legs. The third time we did that, I was lying beside Irene talking to her while the guys screwed us from behind when they switched, just traded places without asking me or her if they could; but that's a different story.