by Jason Lenov
"Mrs. Masters?" the woman asked, turning around and screwing up her face.
"Oh he's just kidding, aren't you Sammy? This is my daughter, Stef."
My heart sank. There was no way this was happening.
Stef turned back around, flashed me another smile and waved her hand.
"Well, not actually my daughter," Laura said, playing with Stef's blonde locks. "Her mom and I are great friends and she used to spend a few weeks here every summer when she was younger."
"Well? Come in!" She bit her lip, stepped to one side, almost falling backwards onto Laura, to let me step inside.
I had to force myself to take those first few steps into the house rather than run away screaming. All of the potential I'd felt seemed to evaporate into the evening and as soon as she closed the door it felt like all the air had been let out of the room.
"Can I get you a drink?" Stef asked, tilting her head. Long, luscious locks spilled over her shoulder, bouncing against her ample breast as she smiled inquisitively at me.
I forced myself to smile back. "Sure. Beer would be great."
"Coming right up!" she said, clapping her hands together and walking across to the kitchen.
My eyes instinctively glanced down at her ass, swaying beneath a pleated red knee-length skirt. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized that Laura was watching me checking Stef out. I coughed, trying to distract from the fact and looked around the room.
"Hey Sam?" Laura said, putting her hand on my arm.
I looked over. She also had a funny expression on, one I couldn't quite figure out. "What's up?" I asked, clearing my throat after the words came out in a squawk.
She looked at me with what seemed to be pity. "I just... I don't want things to be weird for you here. Let's just say what's in the past is in the past. I'll have a good time if you will and just don't worry about me. Okay?"
I shot her a weak smile and muttered "sure," and hoped she hadn't seen me watching Stef.
Stef came back with a cold bottle of beer and handed it to me with another smile.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Laura's eyebrow rise as she started to step away. "I'll let you kids get to know each other," she said.
I looked at Stef and smiled. Like I said, I wasn't really a player but I did alright at parties and stuff, knew how to be social. This whole situation just killed my buzz, though and I had no idea what to say. We stood there like two awkward teenagers for a while before she spoke up. "You want to go out by the pool? It's kind of hot in here," she said.
"I would love to go out by the pool," I said, grateful to be able to get out of the room which felt like it was closing in on me with each passing second.
We picked our way through the crowd of forty-something women milling around sipping white wine and a minute later were standing outside as the last light of dusk faded and the stars had begun to shine in the sky.
"So Sammy," Stef said, leaning against the wall of the house.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Please don't," I said. "I don't know why Laura calls me that."
Stef giggled.
It was my kind of laugh and it warmed my insides. We started chatting and she turned out to be just the kind of girl I'd never dated but always had a thing for. Intelligent, irreverent, a little crass. I found my self staring at her as she talked. Way too often and for far too long.
Every once in a while I would realize what was going on. I wasn't about to do this, was I? I'd just fucked Laura a few days ago and now I was looking at her best friend's daughter? This had to be crossing some fucked up line.
She giggled and looked up at the darkening sky. "Sounds like you two know each other pretty well," she said.
"Uh... I just... I've been helping her around the house. I'm just staying at my parents place for a few weeks while they're away."
"Oh yeah," she said, but it sounded like she hadn't really heard what I'd said.
Time to change the subject. "Hey, so how come I never ran into you when I was younger? My parents have lived here for a long time and Laura said you were here in the summers, right?"
"Uh-huh," she said, biting her lip and nodding.
"So how come you were never around?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was you that was never around," she said with a wry smile. Her eyes seemed to sparkle every time she spoke. Just like Laura's.
The thought made me start to blush again and I had to pretend to erupt in a fit of coughing to cover it up.
"You okay?" she said as I covered my mouth and turned away. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I replied, "fine. Just a little beer went down the wrong way."
"Oh," she said, the concern leaving her eyes. "Wouldn't want you choking on me."
Dirty man mind did all kinds of things with that sentence that I decided to keep to myself. "So how long are you in town?" I asked.
"Couple of weeks," she replied. "Why?"
I took another swig of beer and shook my head. "Just wondering," I said. I felt a flash of nerves race through me. Was I really going to do this? I couldn't do this. What if Laura found out? This would all end terribly, probably with my parents having to move house because of how I fucked everything up with their neighbors. This all seemed too fucked. But...
"Why were you wondering?" she asked, sending more adrenaline through me.
My brain was screaming at me to finish my drink and run at this point but this felt like the first normal interaction I'd had with a person, not to mention a woman, since I'd come back to my parents house. "Just... you know... making small talk."
"Oh," she said, nodding. "Cool."
There's a few feelings that a man gets that set him on edge. One of them is feeling like you're losing the game, even if you know you can win it. It's a tough one to fight. It must be evolutionary. But I was proud of myself this time because I did fight it. I felt the moment slipping away and the further it got the weirder it would have been to say something to carry on the conversation. I had just started thinking of something else to say when Stef spoke up.
"You have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Uh... no. Not right now," I said, shaking my head. It was pretty weird, pretty forward question so I took another swig of beer in case she hadn't meant to sound so blunt.
"You want to fuck later?"
This time the choking was for real.
Chapter 14
It turned into a whole big commotion. Stef went in to get Laura. A bunch of the other ladies came out. At that point I had stopped choking but my throat was so tight that I was sucking in air in giant gulps trying to get it to relax and fill my lungs at the same time.
They all stood around watching this happening and I would have gladly crawled into a hole in the ground if one had opened up. By the time I'd caught my breath the crowd started breaking up and pretty soon it was just Stef, Laura and I standing outside.
"Holy shit, Sammy," Laura said, patting me on the back. "Are you really okay?"
"I'm... I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat one last time. I felt like a complete fool.
Laura shook her head and frowned at me but went inside leaving me and Stef outside by ourselves.
"Oh my God," Stef said after Laura had left, "I am so sorry about that! I would have been a little more gentle if I knew you were going to do that. Mom said you were really cool so I... shit. I hope I didn't offend you!"
"W-what?" I stammered. "No. No, no, no! I'm fine. I am cool! I just was not expecting you to say that."
She studied my face for a while before bursting out laughing. She put her hand on my shoulder and leaned on me, supporting herself through the hardest laughter.
I wasn't too sure what was so funny but, like every guy who has no idea if he's being laughed at, joined along. Pretty soon I got caught up in the tide of our shared laughter and even though I had no idea what we were laughing at, couldn't control myself and laughed right along with her.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" Stef said, wiping the tears from her eyes and
still hanging onto my shoulder. "I have no idea why that was so funny but it was. Just you telling me 'I'm cool!' was, like, I don't know... it was totally cute."
And even though I wasn't usually a sucker for girls telling me they liked me, there was something about this girl, something about her energy and her honesty that I found completely irresistible. "Thanks," I said, looking into her eyes. I took a breath, paused, then decided to dive right in. "So just for the record, I do want to fuck later. Just... you know, so you know." I put on my most serious expression.
Stef looked at me sideways but cracked a grin. She let her hand slide off my shoulder but it felt like it lingered along my arm a little longer than it should have. She wiped one last tear from her eye and looked at me again. "You're alright, Sammy. You're alright."
"Oh no," I said, shaking my head. "You can not call me that."
She smirked, spun around, her dress flaring and her blonde curls bouncing along her back. "Come on," she said. "Let's a get a drink or six inside."
Whether I wanted it or not, I was hooked.
We went inside and mingled for a bit, slamming beers and smiling at each other across the room even as we made small talk with the other guests. When the crowd started to thin Stef began helping Laura clean up. Pretty soon I was the last one in the room, standing there sipping the dregs of my beer and wondering if I should leave or wait for Stef or what. After a while I decided it was probably best if I left. I did live right next door. If she was serious about sex, she could just come over and knock on the door, right? I stuck my head in the kitchen to see Laura and Stef loading the dishwasher. "Hey so, I guess I'll go?"
"Huh? Oh, well hold on. Let me just get my stuff."
My stomach twisted as I saw Laura straighten up from putting a plate into the dishwasher. She watched Stef walk past me out of the kitchen then her gaze settled on me. "Is she going with you?" she asked, pointing towards the stairs.
I put up my hands and started shaking my head. What the fuck was I supposed to say? Gee, yeah, she's just going to come over so we can fuck. That's cool, right? "I... she just... I didn't think that... "
Laura sighed, stepped around the open dishwasher door and walked towards me.
I actually braced myself for getting slapped across the face.
"Sammy," she began.
I winced at hearing her say my name like that. Not exactly in a bad way, though. "Laura, I'm really sorry, I... "
She put a hand up. "It's not what you think. I don't care about what Stef does. I just think you should know that she's... "
She left the sentence hanging and my mind immediately began filling in the blanks. What? Crazy? A meth addict? Likes to climb tall buildings without a harness? Fucking what?!? "She's what?" I whispered.
Laura sighed and looked at the ground. When she looked back up at me it was with that same look of pity I'd seen before. "She can be a little wild," she said quietly.
I almost started laughing. This coming from the woman who'd used me as her fuck-toy for a week before telling me it was her and her husband's thing? Yeah. I wasn't exactly little Sammy any more. I was pretty sure I could handle "a little wild." I was about to tell her as much when Stef walked back into the kitchen carrying a backpack over her shoulder.
"Okay," she said, "I'm ready. Let's go." Without another word to me or Laura, she turned and walked to the front door.
I looked at Laura one last time, still not really able to believe that she was okay with all of this. It seemed like she had more to say. She didn't look upset, just... cautious, or something. I didn't want to get into it then. As long as she wasn't mad we could sort through things later if we really had to. I gave her a wave and mumbled something about seeing her later before following Stef out the door.
Chapter 15
Stef wasted no time. As soon as the door had closed behind us at my parents place she started tugging at my shirt.
I let her pull it over my head and when she'd thrown it away into the corner, she yanked my belt open and tugged my pants off. Her eyes lit up and a pleasant smile settled on her lips at the sight of my growing cock. "Sammy," she purred, smiling, "you're a big boy!"
Fuck me if she didn't sound exactly like her mother just then and I would have cringed if that hadn't been so weirdly hot. Before I could think about it too much longer she was on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock. "Oh fuck," I groaned as she started to suck.
This wasn't some leisurely blow job either. This girl seemed like she was into getting things done. Her cheeks hollowed and she gazed up at me with her baby blues as she started to run her mouth back and forth along my now hard cock.
I stared down at her, slightly weirded out but mostly hotted up knowing whose mouth that cock had been in just a few days ago. The thought made me harden and I felt some of my cum trickle out into her mouth.
She pulled her mouth off of me at the taste of it and held the palm of her hand cupped under the head of my cock. Another dribble of my precum came spurting out.
"Oh honey," she whispered and yes, she sounded exactly the way Laura had. "We're going to have to do something about that." Without a second thought she grabbed the base of my shaft with one hand and the head with the other. Holding herself up against my cock she started pumping the head of my cock until I felt myself start to spurt.
"Fuck!" I seethed. "You're going to make me come!"
She looked up and giggled. "That's kind of the point?"
It was all so weird and dirty and sordid, what had happened with me and Laura and the fact that Stef was doing this right now, it just sent me barrelling over the edge. I shouted as thick gush after gush of seed came spraying from the head of my cock, painting the side of her cheek white and slapping across the red fabric of her dress.
She didn't miss a beat, pumping me through the climax until I started to soften in her hand.
"Fuck, sorry about that," I said, panting and more than a little embarrassed at how quickly I'd finished.
"Hey, you're young. It's kind of a good thing that everything works down there otherwise this wouldn't be any fun. Where's the bedroom, upstairs? Now that we got that out of the way we can really fuck, right?" She walked past me and started up the stairs just as I began to have an inkling of what Laura had meant when she'd said Stef was "a little wild."
She slammed into me as I joined her in the master bedroom, her hand wrapping around my cock again and starting to harden me up. She pressed her lips against my mouth and pushed her tongue in, hungry and searching for a deep and nasty kiss.
I gave her what she wanted but felt a little intimidated by how eager she was. Not that I really minded it was just that I usually dated girls that were a little more subdued and I'd just had that whole crazy thing with Laura.
There was no time to mull over any of that, though. As soon as she'd hardened me up again, she pulled me by my cock over to the bed and started to undress. The dress she was wearing went flying over her head and she'd undone her bra before it had hit the ground. Her tits were fucking incredible. Soft enough that they sagged the tiniest bit with nipples that had to be kneaded and worked up to stiffness.
I leaned over and took one of them in my mouth. I felt her hand press against the back of my head as she brought me close.
"Oh fuck yeah, Sammy," she whispered, "I like that."
Hearing her say my name that way... fuck. I didn't think I even minded it any more. How on earth could I think that that was hot, right? That's the way Laura had said my name and now her... just, fuck.
I tried to forget about how weird that was and instead leaned to the side to get a taste of her other nipple. Her nipples grew a lot when they got hard and it made my cock stiffen to feel them hardening inside my mouth, on my tongue, between my teeth. After I'd given her a good suckle I smelled the salty scent of her arousal. There was no need for her to ask this time. I was definitely getting a taste of that.
I pushed her forward until her calves came up against the bed. She sat down and gave my
cock a few quick tugs but I pushed her hand away and leaned against her until she was on her back. I yanked the red panties she was wearing down her legs and spread her creamy thighs.
She reward me with a smile. "Oh Sammy, really? You're such a gentleman!"
The sight of her cleanly shaven soft pussy sent a shiver down my back. There were no wavy pussy lips sticking out, no hole to be seen. There were just two delicate mounds of flesh that came together in a perfect cleft that sealed her tunnel up. The tiniest drop of her sticky pussy juice caught the moonlight coming in through the window. I stared, transfixed at the beautiful sight.
"You just gonna stand there looking at it?" she teased, pressing a bare foot against my chest.
The scent of sweat and sandals drifted up and I sank down onto my knees and pulled her ass towards the edge of the bed. I pushed my tongue out and pressed it against her puss, the taste of her juice sending bolts of lust pulsing through my cock.
She groaned as I split her with my tongue. It was like pressing into the flesh of a sun warmed peach that started drooling juice down my chin as soon as I'd pushed past the skin. I moved down her slit, until my tongue found her hole and I worked it deeper, tasting her insides.
"Oh fuck Sammy," she mewled, her legs swaying like tentacles around my head. "Fuck you're good at that!"
After Laura's seeming indifference when we fucked, the sound of Stef's approval was music to my ears. I licked up the length of her slit until I found the tiniest bud of flesh beneath her hood. I could tell it was tender because her body rose up off the bed as soon as I touched it. As gently as I could, I spun a circle around it with my tongue.
Her hands shot down onto mine that were still resting on the curves of her ass.
I felt her dig her fingernails into the back of my hands and I pulled away, about to ask if she was alright.
"No!" she shrieked, "Fuck don't stop!"
I leaned forward right away, my tongue flicking out and finding the soft nub.
