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|Introduction: His sister's friend hits on him.|
I woke up with a start, hearing the alarm clock buzzing at exactly 8:30 in the morning. I grunted as I turned over onto my back, the pain in my head aching from drinking too much beer the night before. It wasn’t even a really good party that night. There were lots of people there, and most of them I don’t know. It was my best friend Matt’s party at his house. I ended taking my other best friend, Kate. Kate’s a real knockout (brown hair, green eyes and tight ass) but has some issues with hanging out with the wrong crowd. That was 2 years ago, and now she’s a lot better, but still has the occasional smoke. I helped her back then, and we started dating for 6 months. We had a great sex life, and fucked regularly, although she called it ‘making love’. This got my attention, seeing that she was becoming too attached and possessive, I broke it off on very good terms. We are still very good friends and whenever one of us needed relief, they would call the other for a fuck. Although I got over her fairly quickly, I don’t think she did. I had many girlfriends after that, but she had none whatsoever.
This is why I brought her the night before, to hook her up with some guys there. I let her to roam around a bit while I looked for my current girl, Linda. I walked around the corner and saw her talking with some other guys, 3 of them. Then they started walking away into one of the back rooms. I didn’t know what to think. I don’t care about her, but I cared about the fact that she would cheat on me. I turned back feeling depressed when I saw Kate looking at the same thing. That night she helped me get drunk. She even drove me home and tucked me into bed.
At that thought, I took out my cell from under my pillow (which is where I always put it), and text messaged her, saying thank you for last night and I’ll see her tomorrow at school. I sent the message and put my cell back under my pillow. I groggily stood up and walked to the wall mirror I had next to my bed. I looked at myself. At 17, I wasn’t bad looking. I had bluish-green eyes, a well-chiseled body and light brown dirty hair. At 6 foot 2, I was one of the highest scoring Shooting Guard in my school’s basketball team, the Vipers.
At some point I forgot to put on some clothes, so I trotted down the stairs wearing only my boxers. My dad left us when I was 2 years old, so I don’t know him that well. Good thing my mother has a high paying job to cover me and my sister’s school tuition. But that’ll keep her from home from 7: 30 am to 7 pm everyday, except holidays of course.
As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, I saw my sister Kimberly leaning against the counter eating toast. She wore a light blue sports jumper with matching pants mid-thigh high. She was actually really pretty, but I knew we couldn’t do anything together, ever. She was an 18 year old dirty blonde with brown eyes and stood at about 5 foot 7. After one of my laundry chores, I found that she had a 28B cup for a bra size. I don’t really know what that means, but when I look at her chest, her boobs are pretty good to look at.
“Hey sis,” I said as I walked past her to grab some cereal. I noticed that she was watching some cartoon on the kitchen TV. “ Morning Scott,” she replied. I noticed her eyes going over my body as she said that. “Why are u watching some cartoon?” That question got her back to reality and she looked up into my eyes quickly, knowing that I saw her checking me out made her blush and she looked down at her plate full of crumbs, “Well you know, I was just looking at some stuff and came across this.”
“What, you still like to watch this stuff? You know you’re 18 don’t you?” I tried to make a joke.
“Yeah, so what if I do?”
“Yeah I still like it too,” I admitted. She lifted her head up a little to look at my face and giggled a little bit. She looked really sexy like that, her hair tied into a small ponytail.
“What are you gonna do today?” she asked me, finally finishing her toast. Knowing she wanted me to do something, I replied, “Well, I just thought I’d stay in and catch up on my reading. Why?”
“Well, I thought I’d go over to Jessica’s house, ‘cause, you know, her dad just had a heart attack. But, Nate just called and wanted to spend some time with me. So I decided to go out with him today. Umm, can you do me a favor?” Jessica is Kim’s friend, but she is 17 and is in my grade. We both take Advanced Mathematics and Physics, but don’t talk to each other that much. Jessica is very hot, beautiful blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, very tight ass and she has breasts a little bit bigger than Kim’s, so maybe she could be a C cup. Nate is currently Kim’s boyfriend. They have been on and off in their relationship. And I think he’s a bit of a faggot. “I’d have to know what the favor is first.” I replied, although knowing what it could be. “Well, seeing as you and Jessica have 2 classes together, why don’t you stop by and cheer her up. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” She said as she batted her eyelashes lightly with a small smile on her face. “Um, sure. When do you want me to go?” “Thank You!!!” she excitedly exclaimed. She came over to me and hugged me tightly. Her breasts squashing into my lower chest and her cheek was laying on my right upper arm as we embraced. I noticed how she was hugging me longer than expected and her breathing was more relaxed. She slowly started rubbing my back. I smelled her hair, a musky scent. I started to get an erection, and Kim moved closer to my body. Both my hands were on her hips, the tips of my fingers grazing her ass. Kim started to move her head. She faced me with a lusty look in her eyes. My cock was rock hard and I knew she felt it. She was smiling a little as she searched my eyes with her own. She cupped my cheek with her hand. She started to lean into me more, and I knew what she wanted. She wanted to kiss me. I had to stop it. I moved both my hands to her shoulders. She stopped. The smile vanished from her face. I started to smile a little, hoping this wouldn’t ruin our relation. Her eyes started to get damp. I moved my right hand up and took a strand of her hair and curled around her ear. She suddenly took a step back, breaking contact with me. “9:30,” she said, looking down at my knees, “Get to her house by 9:30,” then she took off for the door and picked up her jogging shoes. She ran out of the house screaming, “I’m going out for a run.”
I was left there thinking about her and her actions. I didn’t know why she did them, but I wasn’t going to worry about them right now. I pushed those thoughts aside for later and looked at the kitchen clock. It read ‘8:47’. I still had a bit more time to get ready before I go to Jessica’s house.
I finished my cereal, turned off the TV, went up stairs to have a short shower, brush my teeth, shave a little and change my clothes. I wore a white shirt and my best jeans. I checked the clock again, ‘9:28’. “Shit, I’m late!” I said to myself. I ran downstairs, got my keys and wallet and ran out the door. I opened the door to my blue, rusty Cadillac. It wasn’t much but it got me places.
Jessica’s house wasn’t too far, only about a dozen blocks away. Seeing how I was already late, I took my car. Jessica’s house was a new model to the block. It was one of those high houses that look like a cathedral.
I parked the car outside and walked up the stony path up to her front door. I knocked twice. No answer. I knocked again, 3 times. This time, someone opened the door. It was Jessica. She looked hot today, wearing a tight pink singlet and a very short denim skirt. “Hey Jess,” I said while looking at her outfit. She smiled while stepping out of the way to let me in, “Hey Scott, it’s nice to see you.” Her wavy hair came to rest at her mid back, and smelt wonderful as I passed her.
“Listen, I’m sorry about what happened to your father. I hope he’s ok.”
“Yeah, he is. It was just a minor attack but they said he should stay there for a couple of days.”
“That’s great news. Where’s your mom?”
“She’s staying overnight over at the hospital. You know, you don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to. I don’t want to leave you alone by yourself.” She smiled girlishly at that and turned back to close the door. When she turned back again to face me, her hair on one side hung over her shoulder while the other side went straight down the back. She leaned against the door with one foot bent, the bottom of her shoe flat on the hard wood of the door. Both her hands were on either side of her, also on the door. She looked beautiful.
“So, what do you want to do?” she asked, breaking me from my trance.
“Oh, um, I don’t know, what is there to do?” She had a thinking expression now, contemplating on what to do with me. Then she had a bright look on her face. She stood up straight with a smile across her face and started walking toward me. She took at her right hand.
“C’mon, let’s go to the back.” Her eyes twinkled from the streaming sun outside. I smiled a bit and took her hand. She led me to one of the back rooms. The room had dark red carpeting, and antique walls. But what caught my attention was the billiard table in the middle of the room. I always wanted one, but was too expensive.
“So, do you play pool?”
“Of course I do,” I said, still in disbelief.
“Well, I don’t know how, so can you teach me? Please?” she had one of those pleading looks where you know you’re not going to win.
“Yeah ok,” I said, a little uncomfortably, seeing as they didn’t have much of a relationship before this.
I started racking the balls after deciding to play a 9-ball game, while Jessica started to go and grab a stick from the wall behind her. She walked to where I was after picking one. As I was putting the cue ball in place I asked, “Do you know the rules of a 9-ball game?”
“Yeah, I just don’t know how to hit the ball properly.”
“Well it’s simple. You just hold the stick at the base with your right hand, then y…”
“Hey, how’d you know I was right-handed?” ‘oh shit!’ I tried to think of an excuse.
“Well, you know, more than two thirds of the world’s population is right-handed, so I fig…..” I wanted to continue, but I saw the glare in her eyes. I sighed and said, “I watch you writing in class, that’s why I have to borrow notes all the time.” I looked at her expression, no emotion.
“Sorry. You’re not mad are you? You know what, I’ll just show myself out and we can forget this whole thing.” I started to walk away but she lightly grasped my wrist.
“No, don’t go. I’m flattered really. I’d like it if you stayed around more, or even speak to me at school for once.”
“I’m sorry, I guess I just thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t at first, seeing as you hang out with all those jocks and basketball players, I thought you were a sleaze ball.”
“But when you started taking those advanced classes, I noticed you more, and I actually stared at you once or twice too.” She paused, “I like you.”
“I like you too.” She smiled brightly at my response.
“Now, can you still show me how to play?” I smiled, showing a bit of my teeth.
“Sure.” I moved closer to her, and she tilted her head up a bit to meet my gaze. “You just hold the stick at the base with your right hand,” I breathed out a bit, she had a twinkle in her eyes, we never broke our eye contact. Then slowly, and more softer than before, I continued, “then with your left, you hold it like you would a pencil,” our faces moved closer slightly, we were now silently panting, “but you put the stick in between your index and middle finger so it doesn…” at that moment, she leaned up and kissed me, no tongue. I was sure she felt electricity. The kiss ended just as fast as it started. I pulled my head back to look at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips wet and slightly open. I was thinking if her lips were wet because of the kiss, or just a bit of lip gloss.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Jessica’s face didn’t change, still in that same position, oblivious to the phone ringing. After about the third ring, I gently put my right hand on her shoulder, just touching her neck. She moaned a little at the touch, but came back to earth when I shook her gently, her eyes finally opening, “Jess?”
“Yeah,” she replied in a barely audible whisper.
“The phone.” Her hair swished past my face as she turned her head to where the ringing was coming from. Realizing the sound, she ran out the door and out of sight.
I stayed in the room until she finished her phone call. I was sitting in one of the lounge couches when she came back.
“Um, my mom said that my cousin Ally will be coming here any minute. She’ll be staying with us for a while. I hate to ask you to leave but, she’s kind of shy around boys, so..”
“Yeah, no worries. I have to do some chores anyway.” I got up and walked past her to leave her house. I turned back, “Cya Jess.” I opened the front door and walked out. Before closing it, she came hurrying up to me, “Wait, um, if you want to, i can go over to your house later for a while.”
“No, that’s ok. You’ll probably have to stay with your cousin anyway.” She looked a little sad at my reply, but tried very hard to hide it.
“Oh. Ok then, i’ll see you tomorrow at school? Maybe have lunch together.”
“Sure, it sounds great.” I said, very happy that we now have some kind of relationship.
“Bye Scott,” she said in a girly voice, smiling.
“Cya Jess, i’ll see you tomorrow.”
I got in my car and drove home to find my sister catching up on some sleep. I thought i’d catch up on some too.
to be continued...
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