It was a sticky Friday afternoon in late June. Paul, having just graduated high school, had a lazy summer sprawling out ahead of him before the start of university in the fall.
Most everyone else had gotten summer jobs, and so except for the weekends, Paul had to entertain himself until his buddies would get off work. For the first few weeks he made do, glad that his parents hadn't forced him to work this summer. Eventually, though, he realized he was bored stiff.
It was too hot inside for him to play with his Xbox, or to utilize his privacy in the house as teenaged boys are often wont to do. He settled instead on shooting some free throws to pass the time. He was at it for maybe five minutes before the ball rebounded over the high fence separating his backyard from that of his neighbor's, Ms. Nelson.
Toni Nelson left work early on Friday. She was pissed, having received an e-mail - a freaking e-mail! - from the Boy saying he would not be waiting for her when she got home. He would instead be staying out in Buttfuck, Iowa, having met someone, "closer to his own age.'' That ungrateful little shit. If she ever got her hands on him again, she was gonna tan his hide.
The worst part of all was that she had been fantasising about their reunion all week. She had forgone all causal play over the the last month, and she was absolutely climbing the walls with sexual frustration. When she saw that she had an e-mail from the Boy, excitement had fluttered through her stomach. She'd anticipated his pleading for her touch, or a picture of his...
Fuck! She wasn't sure whether to scream or cry, but right now she was tearing off her clothes on the way to the bedroom. At least for now she could hate-fuck the shit out of her battery operated boyfriend.
Visions of the Boy floated behind Toni's eyelids as she ground out her frustration. The Boy tied to the kitchen table, or beneath her lash. *Aaah...* Her favorite memory of the first time she had him. In her mind she threw him onto her queen sized bed for the first time, saw his eyes just about pop out of his skull when she stripped, and heard the breath forced out of him when she pounced.
Mmm... and the things she'd do if - no,
when
- he came crawling back. He would beg her to take him back, beg her to punish him, and then beg her to stop. *Oooh,* that was it. He'd cry as she spanked him, and squirm and struggle to get free. *Yesss.* After she finished with that, she'd fuck his ass so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight.
Paul thought nothing of scrambling up a tree and over the fence into his neighbors yard to retrieve his basketball. He did exactly that, dropping to the ground with an "oof!'' and began looking around for his errant ball. There it was. It had bounced and rolled over towards the patio and -
Ho. Lee. Shit!
Just beyond the patio were french doors to Ms. Nelson's bedroom, and Ms. Nelson was stark naked, impaling herself on a huge-
"Shit! shitshitshit-shit.''
Paul, was busted.
Ms. Nelson locked eyes with him as he stood there, open mouthed, sporting the beginnings of a legendary hard on.
Three things went through Toni's mind when she opened her eyes to see the shirtless teenage boy land in her back yard. The first was that it was her Boy already back with his tail between his legs, *and that's not all.* Of course, it wasn't; he was four states away screwing some freshman hussy. The second thought was that it was the Thomas kid from next door, just after his basketball. Third, she recalled that the boy had turned eighteen not to long ago, and he was, from the looks of it, capable of filling the position so recently vacated by her *old*
Boy.
She saw him turn and look at her through the french doors, and quickly formulated a plan. She was so close to bringing herself off that she had to pull back from the edge. There would be time for that later.
She dragged on a loose silk robe and opened the door to her patio, The Boy, *New Boy* looked white as a sheet, she liked that. Toni knew that if she played this right she'd have him by the balls, both literally and figuratively speaking.
Paul panicked and bolted towards the fence, dropping his basketball in the process. The trouble was, there was no helpful tree to give him a boost on this side of the fence. He jumped, trying to pull himself over, but only managed to scrape up his knees against the rough cedar planks, before falling to the grass.
"Paul Alexander Thomas, you little pervert!'' Ms. Nelson screamed.
She had thrown on a loose robe and was stalking out towards him, looking pissed as hell. He stumbled to his feet sputtering apologies only to have the words slapped right out of his mouth.
"Just wait 'til I call your mother to tell she has a peeping tom for a son.'' She fishooked Paul by the cheek and dragged him faltering along behind her.
"Please Mrs. Nelson I didn't mean to-'' Paul began to beg as she released him on her bedroom floor and headed towards the phone.
Toni dropped the boy on the carpet and strode purposefully over to the bedside phone. She didn't know Mrs. Thomas's number, but Paul didn't know that, obviously, as he begged her not to call his mother.
"Please Mrs. Nelson I didn't mean to-''
That was something she could use.
"Miss. It's Miss Nelson and what didn't you mean to do?'' she said, forcing anger into her voice, "Didn't mean to sneak into my yard? Didn't mean to look in my bedroom window? Maybe I should be calling the police, instead of your mother. What do you think they'll have to say about your voyeuristic shenanigans?''
Paul blanched. He hadn't even considered that she might call the cops. He had to do something, or say something, to convince her not to get him sent to jail.
His brain was working overtime trying to find away out of this, and he remembered that Tommy's older brother Jacob used to come over all the time to mow the lawn and help with the house work, but he left for college and wasn't going to be back over break. Maybe if he offered to take his place for free, he could bargain his way out of trouble. Yes, that was it.
The way his offer came out was this: "Please, miss, I'll do anything you want.''
Jackpot! Toni knew as soon as the words spilled from his lips hat she had struck gold with this one. She shifted gears, softening from furious anger to disappointment. Turning to face to boy she saw he was still on the floor, on his knees. *Good instincts.* The posture was all wrong, but she'd correct that in time.
She crossed her arms and fixed Paul with a disapproving stare that made him look down almost immediately. She sighed.
"I aways thought you were a better kid than that, Paul. I can't help but think that you must need more discipline in your life. I really don't have any choice but to call your mother.''
The shame had brought tears glistening to the corners of his eyes as he stared up at her imploringly. Toni didn't have to act as if the look moved her, but for a moment she felt sorry for the boy, considering what she was putting him through.
