*Author's Note*
The fifth part. Some of you will probably find this section a bit boring, but sometimes slower content is necessary to carry the story forward.
Remember,
all
comments, graciously accepted!
Enjoy!
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Other People's Drama
Colorado (3)
I'm sitting at the workbench in the garage, assembling some parts for the engine I'm building, when I again hear that same annoying voice that has been plaguing me for the last few of weeks.
"So, who's was the girl in the Mustang?"
Without turning around, I reply.
"Have I ever told you how freakin' annoying you are?"
"Lots of times. So," she continues, crossing the garage, and stopping next to me, "who is she?"
"She hasn't been here in close to six months - how the hell do you even know about her?"
"I saw you with her, at the Home Depot. She was standing next to the Jeep talking to you. Then she got in a red Mustang and drove off."
I realize she is talking about our 'accidental meeting'. I spin around on the stool, and face my nemesis.
"Will you please quit bugging me, and go home, Polly?"
Polly Patterson. Although she has this weird sweetness about her, that has actually captured my imagination, she is by far the most annoying teenager I have ever met.
She's 5'2", 115 lbs.
maybe
(but I doubt it), has the brightest, short red hair I have ever seen, which is emphasized, by her big, hypnotizing blue eyes, and of course, a goofy teenage grin always seems to be plastered across her face. Having seen her in a string bikini (they have a pool in their backyard), I'd say that her butt and boobs, are pretty much proportionate to the rest of her body. And of course, because the kid is
always
, in a dress, or skirt, I'll have to say that her legs are probably her best asset.
It took me two months to figure out that she is actually a senior in high school. I tended to tread lightly when she was around. When she questioned my 'weird' behavior around her, I explained that her age dictated my behavior. This prompted her to ask how old I thought she was. My response pretty much served only to irritate her - she damn near bit my head off. It was pretty comical. Turns out that not only is she a senior, but is only a few months short of graduating.
"Yeah... okay... but you know I
will
be back," she fires back, giving me her 'look'.
With that she turns, disappears down the driveway, and around the corner.
Polly, her sister Meghan, and their mother, live behind me - thus my ability to see into their backyard. Polly's sidekick, Regina, lives about ten houses to the west of me, on the same street. She's far quieter, and much more reserved than Polly. Although I've asked, I've never found out why. But, because I've been living with my own on a daily basis, I can tell she too, has some pretty deep issues. She's been in the garage with Polly a couple of times, but has never spoken a word to me.
After that conversation, I took to just asking questions, when I wanted to know something. It took a bit of work (Polly seems to have an issue with me asking about Regina), but eventually, she shares that Regina is seventeen days older than her, and is also a senior.
Although Polly obviously looks younger than she is, Regina looks older. If I didn't know her, I would have guessed she is easily twenty-something. She reminds me a lot of Riley - and to an extent Vanessa. Personality wise, she is the complete opposite of both.
Regina is, I would guess, 5'3", and because she has more meat on her, weights more than Polly - I'm guessing between 125 and 130 somewhere. She too, has blue eyes, but hers are more subdued, and unlike Polly's, aren't the first thing you notice about her. She has natural,
very
blonde hair that is generally in a ponytail. Unfortunately, I'm fairly certain that the first thing
everyone
notices about her, are her boobs. At the very least they are 36Ds - possibly a cup size larger. She tends to dress similarly to Polly, most of the time. I think I may have seen her a pair of jeans, once. Having seen her in a bikini as well, even with her big boobs, I think her ass is probably her best feature. But then, I'm a very ass-biased kind of guy.
Sorry - but the girl's ass simply
demands
to be looked at.
Meghan is an absurdly hot, twenty-one-year-old flirt. Thing is... she knows she is good looking, and she uses it. I've watched her interact with guys out in front of her house, and yeah, she has most of them, firmly by the balls.
She's a good bit taller than the other two - probably close to 5'6". She has short brunette hair that stops at her collar, and big brown, puppy-dog eyes. The kind that can melt a guy in a matter of seconds, if he isn't careful.
From what I've seen (her in a bikini, a
very
short dress, and a pair of
'no-daughter-of-mine-will-wear'
cut-offs) she's every bit as big as Regina, up top. I'd guess she too, is pushing the high-side of 36D. Her ass and legs, are perfectly proportionate to the rest of her. Because she was into sports in high school, she's now part of a couple of social sports leagues here in town, and thus, every inch of her is impeccably toned - again, not muscular, just toned. Although I've never seen it, I'll bet she works on her tan in the nude. Her entire body is this extraordinary golden-brown color.
Then there's Carla - Meghan and Polly's mom. Perhaps the most desirable thirty-six-year-old, I have ever encountered. And yes, she's far hotter than Kristen was. Funny thing is, Carla is a nurse too.
The very first time we encountered each other, it got totally out of hand.
She came over to apologize for something Polly had done, and while she was standing in my kitchen, I felt my cock begin to get hard. I told her not to sweat the thing with Polly, that I had the kid under control (it was a lie of course, but I could see how stressed she was), and if we had a problem, the kid and I would deal with it. Her comment was, 'I'm glad someone has that damn child under control...'
I asked why she looked and sounded so stressed, and she said that between work and the kids, she feared she was losing her mind. Without a word I stepped over, spun her around, and started massaging her shoulders. Funny thing was, she stood there and let me. Before she knew it, I had her face down on my couch, topless. I spent thirty minutes massaging her, and she never made a sound.
When I stopped, she sat up, I handed her the top to her scrubs, she pulled them over her head, and went home.
A week later, at 6:45 in the morning, she rang my doorbell. I'd just gotten up, and was wandering around in my boxers, and without thinking, answered the door. She stood staring at me, and eventually came in, so I could close the door. I excused myself indicating I was going to get some clothes on, and headed for the bedroom. I came out of the closet with a shirt in hand, and there was Carla - standing in the doorway, her scrubs lying on the floor at her feet.
Carla is 5'7", and weighs 148 lbs. (I asked). Her hair is somewhere between brunette and red, and makes it all the way to the middle of her back. She has intriguing hazel eyes that
never
need make-up to accent them. Her tits are 34C, and have a good bit of 'droop' to them, which she claims is the result of breast feeding, when she was a teenager. Her hips have the spread attributable to child birth, but there isn't an ounce of fat on them anywhere. Her legs are slim, smooth and damn near perfect, based on the fact she is going non-stop at work. She's an ER nurse. If a guy didn't know she has two kids, he would never guess it.
Without a single word, Carla climbed onto my bed, and stayed on her hand and knees - her smooth, pink vagina on display, as if advertising. I dropped the shirt, lost my boxers, and climbed up behind her. I inched up until I was so close, I could smell how horny she was. I grabbed my engorged cock, and gently rubbed the head against her protruding inner labia, making her moan.
It took only seconds for her to generate the needed lubrication, and with just a gentle push, I was inside her. For over an hour we took turns, continuously fucking each other. During my first orgasm, she pulled free of me, making me think that cumming in her was against the rules. Wrong. She immediately took my ready to explode cock and shoved it into her mouth, and began feverishly working on it. She wanted my cum - but apparently, she wanted it in her mouth. She didn't lose a drop. Then, knowing she hadn't reached yet, I pushed her onto her back, shoved my still hard, still dripping manhood back into her, and gave her every bit of me - and then some. It took another six or seven minutes, but when the woman climaxed, it was off the charts.
Eventually, we laid next to each other, totally spent, breathing like we had just finished a race. Truth is, for whatever reasons, Carla needed what we just shared. And, she needed it to happen exactly the way it did. As we laid talking, Carla shared some of her personal life with me - more so, her sex life. When I asked about her being clean shaven, she laughed, and told me her daughters put her up to it - and she decided she liked the way it felt. Then she confessed to being involved in an ongoing group thing, with three guys. I explained that for medical, and personal reasons, I couldn't continue being involved with her, if she was fucking other guys. She said she understood, and although we are still friends, we have never had another sexual encounter.
I will add this - sex aside, the sight of the woman, in her bright red string bikini, laying out by the pool with her girls, is something I will never forget. Wow!
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