"I wish we could be like this all the time. Your bed's WAY bigger than mine."
Kylie and I are laying on my bed, bodies buzzing and still cooling from our last frenzied love making session. Both naked, we're laying on the sheets because it's still warm - even at 11 at night. November can still be a hot summer when the Santa Ana winds blow.
Laying on her stomach, resting her chin while using her stacked hands as a pillow, I'm stroking the beautiful curve of her back as it rises up to her rounded ass. Creamy white, smooth as a baby's cheek, she has the cutest little butt I have ever seen. She turns her head and asks; "When does your wife get home?"
"Tomorrow night. She said she might stay with Nana for dinner." It was Saturday, and my wife was visiting her grandmother in Santa Barbara. She told me she was going last night when she came home from work, and as soon as I had the chance I called Kylie on her cell and asked if she'd like to spend the night.
"Whoop whoop...yeah!" she had chirped, and in the background I could hear Shannon giving a "Yaaay! Hey, wait...I wanna see his house." I guess Shannon's still there, and I'm on speaker phone again.
"Hey, Shannon. I want to say you were beautiful today! What you did... to you and ME...damn woman. You were awesome."
"My pleasure Coach!" I can hear her call from a distance, then both girls laughing.
"Mine too!" Kylie and I say at the same time. "Jinx!" they both yell. It's a good reminder for me - both girls are 18...Shannon looks a couple years older, Kylie a couple younger...but 5 years ago they were both smacking gum, watching High School Musical while giggling about boys at a sleepover.
"OK, why don't we meet at Chili's tomorrow for lunch, and I'll take you home after?"
"You sure you want to Coach? It'll be Saturday, we might see someone we know."
"Shouldn't be a problem. You guys get there about 12 and start eating, and I'll show up later and we'll 'accidentally' meet. Totally innocent - teacher meeting a couple of students on the weekend."
"'Innocent'. Right. OK...I'll have my bag in my car, and tell Mom I'm sleeping over at Shannon's again. My mom and her parents don't talk much...it should be cool."
Saturday morning, I kiss my wife goodbye, then go to the store to pick up a couple of things and tidy up. I walk into Chili's about 12:30, and don't see the girls at first. Then, Kylie waves to me from a corner booth (smart thinking, ladies), and I go sit on the other side of the table from them. Food plates all over, they've apparently been feasting on appetizers...a LOT of them. Cheese sticks, onion rings...a plate with a couple of chicken wings left...I remember the days I ate like that. I order a salad and diet coke, and as the waitress leaves I pull out two greeting cards and a pen. I give one envelope to each.
"Here. I've wanted to do this for a while, but had to wait till my coaching stipend came in so my wife wouldn't know...and figure a way to give you guys a cover story. Here's my idea - write each other's name on the envelope and inside of the cards. Then write 'Mom hit the jackpot! Here's your cut,' then sign your names." They look at me quizzically, but go ahead and do it. "Now, exchange cards. You've just come into some mad money, and want to share it with your bestie." Looking at me a little weird, they do it. I reach into my wallet and take out two gift cards, and give one to each.
As they look at the gift cards, they both get excited and start to wiggle and shake, bouncing up and down in their seats and leaning against each other like a couple of kids opening birthday presents. The little girl in each of them is excited about the gift, while the woman in each is planning what they will buy with $250 at Victoria's Secret.
"Kylie, you can replace some of your 'duddy' stuff," she makes a face at me, "and I know Shannon at least needs a better bath robe. The cards are in case your parents see your new stuff and ask."
Kylie wants to jump up and hug me, while Shannon reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. "Cool it" I say, just as my salad arrives.
While I'm eating, the two girls make plans to go to the mall and blow their new found wealth. Kylie asks what time we'll be getting done tomorrow, and I tell her about lunch time to be safe. "OK Shana...tomorrow afternoon we get sexy!" I choke on my salad for a minute, and both girl's faces light up as they laugh. They know what I'm thinking.