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Ann was waiting for me in her parent's front yard, sitting in a lawn chair much like the guys I'd left at the house to pick her up. She got up as I coasted to a stop in the driveway, shifting into neutral as I held the clutch pressed in. Her brilliant smile made me melt as she waved her fingers. Her outfit made my already stiff shaft start throbbing again.
In the few days we'd been together, playing the part of boyfriend and girlfriend, she continued to test my ability to focus. It seemed every time I'd stop by the Franklin home, she was attempting to see where my attention would be drawn first, by tempting me with her sexy wardrobe choices.
In this particular case, I came close to spraining my eyeballs as they wanted to stare at several places at once. She had on a pair of very short cutoff denim shorts. They were all very faded blue, the fabric thin and worn, with some holes in a couple of places. It was clear to me they were a pair of her jeans, likely a favorite, and she was the one to cut the legs off. She'd done so by making them as short as possible and still have the crotch connected to cover her pussy. They were so tight they actually pulled up into her cunt a bit. I was pretty sure her clit was getting a workout just from walking. And every single inch of her amazing tanned legs was available for view. The definition of her thighs and calves seemed to pop a bit more, but that could have also been my eyes bulging as I stared.
Yet the competition for attention was fierce. She was wearing a light orange tank top that seemed two sizes too small. The material covering her breasts only covered them. It was like a five-inch tube top, but with very thin spaghetti straps that were mostly for show. The material was also thin. Her dark areolas were visible because of the color, but it was her nipples that were calling out to me. They were pressing into the top so hard I was looking to see if they hadn't already poked through.
The first thing that came to mind when I saw the top was Jeana Tomasino, the November 1980 Playmate of the month that gained further fame as the ZZ Top girl in the
Sharp Dressed Man
video, whose nipples announced her arrival with such ferocity when she stepped out of
that iconic '34 Ford Coupe that you almost didn't notice there were two other girls that climbed out of the car with her. The biggest difference was Ann's top wasn't pink, the straps were practically microscopic, and her midriff was totally exposed.
She eschewed the idea of going overkill and wearing traditional high heels to a cookout. Instead she had on a pair of wedge sandals that matched the color of her shirt perfectly. They tied on with a ribbon of sorts that crossed back and forth up her ankles. They still lifted her heels four-inches above her toes, and they were the same exact shade of orange as her top. She also wore an ankle bracelet, and had a toe ring on her left foot, bringing even more attention to her wonderful legs.
Ann strutted over to the car, making it even more clear to me that she'd left her bra inside, although she couldn't have worn one if she wanted to. She bounced those breasts all the way to the passenger door, not letting me get out, which would have been tough anyway. I was rock hard, something she noticed as soon as she leaned over to give me a kiss.
"Wow. Somebody's happy to see me!"
"That I am. God you look fucking incredible."
"Mmmm... not too little?" she asked.
"Not as far as I'm concerned."
"What about you parents and their friends?"
"I'd rather they meet my girlfriend as she really is rather than pretending you're something you're not."
"So, you want me to be me tonight."
"I want you to be you forever. But... I have a confession to make."
"Ooooh, a girl never likes to hear that when a guy picks her up. What's going on?"
"Let me get out of the driveway," I said, shoving the gear shift into reverse, before pulling away. We drove around the block. I actually pulled into the parking lot of a mortuary that was midway between the Franklin house, and my parents. I parked and shut off the engine.
"Kind of a morbid stopping place, don't you think? What's the matter, Neil... did you have a bad round of golf?"
I stared at the windshield for a moment, unsure of how to even start. She put her hand on my leg and stroked the bare skin. She could tell I was troubled. Well, not troubled, really. I was more uptight than anything. Reeling from the fact that I was sporting a huge boner because of my encounter with Paula wasn't helping.
"Neil, no matter what it is... we can get through this together. Okay?"
Just the way Ann said that made me light up inside. It was another shining example of the love I felt from her. And that made my love for her practically burst out of my chest. Suddenly, what seemed so difficult seconds before became incredibly easy to talk about. I spilled my guts, telling her everything that happened during the golf match. I told her everything I'd said and done, as well as what the rest of the group had done during the round.
"So, I take it that this is going to be a little more amped up than your normal meet and greet," she said with a smile.
"If you mean the guys are going to objectify you from the get go, then yeah. Well, probably not my dad. But he is a Thomas with a pulse, and you're dressed to arouse, so who knows."
"You want to take me back so I can change?" she asked honestly.
"Not a chance in your life. But, you still don't know the half of it of what's awaiting us, literally,"
With that segue, I told her what had happened at the house with Paula, and then on my way out of the house.
"So, you just left her there to take care of herself?"
"Yeah."
"You really told her you didn't have my permission?"
"Of course. I didn't."
"Neil, you should have just fucked her. I'm leaving on Sunday. You don't need my permission."
"Oh yes I do. This is no different than Nancy. I'm yours for the week. We've talked about this."
"Okay, you're right. And I would do the same for you. I just don't seem to have guys falling into my lap like you have women fawning all over you."
"That's a little unfair."
"Maybe. But I do love that you have a way of turning women into jelly when they're around you."
"And that's an exaggeration. Still, it should tell you how much you mean to me. I wouldn't be sitting here with a hard on if I didn't have the willpower to walk away."
