I looked around the room, lifting cushions and opening drawers. Nada. On the bedside table were my keys, wallet and phone. I scooped them up, thanking God for small favors.
"Have a nice day, Ma'am."
"Wait- you aren't leaving like that!"
I coyly waved bye bye to her and left. I jogged through her palatial house in the buff. The marble floors were cool under my feet. The place screamed mega bucks. But not in a tacky way. It was tastefully done, just like the lady herself.
She was chasing me through the house, becoming less composed by the second.
"Seriously, you can't! What will the neighbors think?"
I stopped at the front door of her mansion, glancing back over my shoulder.
"You should have thought of that before you hid my shit."
She screamed in frustration and threw a vase at me. I heard it shatter against the door as I closed it behind me. Just in the nick of time.
"Damn. That would have left a mark."
I made a call as I strolled down her manicured driveway to the gate.
"Joss, can you pick me up? I need a ride."
I leaned against the wrought iron gate and waved at a neighbor who was walking their dog.
"Take your time."
Bro’
Not one for slacking I started my first full day home with a match against the club pro Matt. It cost extra to play with him but I didn't care. He was an amazing player and gave as good as he got. And for some reason, he considered me a friend.
Probably because most of the people who hired him were bored housewives hoping to get into his pants.
I'd noticed the cougar crowd dropping me hints the past few years as well. And now that I was 21... well maybe I'd take one of them up on it. At least I could be sure an older woman would know what she was doing.
I was dripping with sweat by the time we were done. I wasn't a big fan of showering at the club so I left. Matt waved me off and begged me to book him as much as possible this summer. I promised I would.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Except, well, fuck.
As much as possible.
As many girls as possible.
Speaking of which maybe I'd text Jen later. I knew she was waiting on me. I did enjoy working out horizontally, especially with a sexy female like Jen. She liked to sport fuck as much as I did.
I was turning down our driveway in my convertible when I hit the breaks.
Hard.
A girl was biking toward me. From the general direction of the house. Long dark blond hair blew behind. Big high tits filled out her t-shirt admirably. She had a teeny tiny waist and long tanned legs. She rode closer and I tried to get a look at her face.
Pretty, that much was obvious, with big beautiful eyes. I could see her puffy lips from twenty feet away. Cute little nose too.
The girl looked like a God damned swimsuit model.
No. Wait. What.
My brain went utterly blank as I realized something.
It was Mouse. Mouse was the swim suit model. I was staring at Mouse with lust.
Hot, unrelenting lust.
I jolted to action as she pulled up by my car.
"Nev?"
She stopped her bike, those impossibly long legs straddling the seat. Her jean shorts were short, almost up to the top of her perfect thighs. I swallowed, realizing my mouth was a little bit dry.
But my dick was throbbing.
She smiled at me, cool as a cucumber. Where was the worshipful little Mouse I knew and loved?
"Hey Clay."
She'd grown up obviously. And she'd grown up right.
Still, I knew how to charm the pants off a girl, no matter how hot she was. And I wanted to. I knew it instantly. I wanted to fuck Mouse, of all people.
Really, really bad.
I smiled, letting my eyes wander over that ridiculously perfect little body.
"Where you going?"
She tossed her head, sending a cascade of wavy blond hair over her shoulder. It was very sexy, but not deliberate or coy. She was unconsciously seductive. It was hypnotizing.
"Job hunting."
I smirked.
"In that outfit?"
She looked down at herself and back at me.
I pulled my sunglasses down and switched gears.
"I think you've outgrown those shorts little Mouse."
Then I drove away. Slowly. Very slowly.
Just so I could check out her ass in the rear view window.
Good lord, the girl was fine. She'd stop traffic anywhere. No matter what she was wearing.
I went into the house to change, all thoughts of texting Jen forgotten.
A Bad Boy For Summer
I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked to the side, letting my eyes slide over her body. Frannie didn't seem to notice. Her hands were gripping the bar that had locked us into place in the Ferris wheel seat.
I leaned back and watched her as the ride started to spin.
She looked like a little kid, nervous and excited. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled when she turned to look at me.
"I thought you didn't like Ferris wheels."