"Being a good friend is annoying," I grumble when we finally get to Mark's after leaving the party early-ish. With his arm over my back I delicately unlock the backdoor shushing my best friend as he spouts drunk 'musings' from the night. I help him stumble to his room then let him fall in bed.
"Sur-sur *burp* sur-iously, Christy was like...aaaall up on my shaft and muuh testies like..." He reenacts his 'glorious' blowjob with his pillow, of course sounds included.
"Shut up," I whisper through clenched teeth reminding him what's on the line. "Your parents catch you and me drinking again no cars, no grad parties, no pre-college road trip, no anything. Since we're 18 now and 'responsible' they are trying to get us to college and moved out."
"Though, c'mon Chrishty was back frrrrom vacation ...she was all like 'fuck my face - cum in my throat..." He says while struggling to stay awake. I begrudgingly agree I wouldn't have turned that down either though the tequila he should have avoided. While taking his shoes off and pulling the blanket over him he gives one last nugget of 'wisdom.' "B'sides... Jakey- poo our mommies are best fwiends," he chuckles and then like a pouting child, "my mom and siiiister think you're hot it's gr ...groooss..."then Mark is out cold.
I can't help but smile knowing the Wollman women talk about me and think I'm hot. I picture Jenni, his perfect brunette sister, when we were on the swim team: her heart shaped lips, firm stomach, those thick thighs leading to a deceivingly succulent ass and those beautiful b-cups. My cock stirs at her image, then throbs knowing she and her friends will be home from college soon, maybe next week - I cross my fingers and look up to heaven while mouthing "sooner."
Giddiness strikes as my hormonal 18 (almost 19) year old brain spins. 'Holy shit, I can't wait to ask what she thinks of me now since I've been working out with prospective rugby teams.' Peering into the mirror I realize the buttons of my shirt do seem to be straining more than before she left for school. I shake my head accounting this sudden confidence to being tipsy. Smiling I remember Mrs. Wollman is just down the hall and I'll see her in the morning.
The joy of seeing Mrs. Wollman crosses my mind, especially her sexy nervous blushing. I feel my heart race recalling when I last saw her blush - the busty 11.7 out of 10 Goddess among other 'mortal milfs' stunning face turns a shade of red nearly as scarlet as her hair even down to her alluring chest. Though she always turns or hides when she notices me and Mark's other friends admiring her, I bet she likes it.
As I pull on basketball shorts (struggling to position my growing chub) and finish stripping off my "party" shirt disappointment hits. A sigh escapes my lips remembering Mrs. Wollman is on a business trip until tomorrow night.
"Well, it's only 12:30 something," I sigh, wishing I wasn't so awake "- home much earlier than expected Mark," I fling my socks at his face. He swats 8 seconds after while muttering "waffles." I think 'fuck it' since his dad sleeps like the dead and won't care if I occupy the "go be annoying out there" room aka apartment above the garage. Maybe TV or video games out there will help me relax.
Stealthily as I can, I move down the hall clinging to a sliver of hope that Mark's sister Jenni is home. Though, as I approach her door I realize her car wasn't out front. Another sigh of disappointment as I walk by, no longer sneaking. Though my curiosity and nose cause me to still peer inside. While the room is empty, I notice a hint of lotion in the air - the lotion she put on after swim practice. The smell is nothing special, but it reminds me of her amazing body. As I adjust myself again, I notice the bed is unmade and looks slept in. My eyes notice open luggage, I shake my head in shame after high-fiving myself. The discarded bags confirm Jenni is home early - though who knows where.
As I move through the house I see more signs, like packages of cookies left out and a PINK phone charging. When I get to the garage I notice a light under the door atop the stairs where I thought I'd find solitude. I smile and put it together, Jenni must have been dropped off by friend's because she partied too hard much like her brother. My mind slips to chaos remembering the many times she woke us up with cold water when I slept over.
Quietly opening the garage fridge I take a bottle of water out. At the top of the stairs I gently close the door behind me. My mischievous smile grows as I hear her rather deep breathing while she lounges on her family's famously huge couch with ottomans that make it like a giant bed - guaranteed that couch has stories. With no plan I quickly run and jump over the high back of the couch already spraying water where I expect her to be laying.
"What's up sluuu..." I trail off mid jump stumbling upon seeing flowing red hair and shocked wide hazel eyes. Mrs. Wollman's wide eyes watch an unknown body soaring over her spraying water. Rather than "smoothly" landing next to Jenni I awkwardly land on most of Mrs. Wollman.
For a brief stunned moment my body rests on her perfect body, her wet shirt clinging to her immaculate tits and my face awkwardly planted against her left breast. Our wide eyes meet and as she begins to yell I panic and cover her mouth. Words flow from my mouth as panic strikes.
"I thought you were Jenni...Mark said the thing; just wanting to ask Jenni about why she and her mom -er ugh that's you - think I'm hot."
My risings panic leads to spouting off unfiltered thoughts like I wanted to make her blush, the 11.7 out of 10 Goddess thought, with every 4
th
word being "sorry." Then, her eyes look down and I realize my groin is against her succulent thigh. 'Stop' I plead looking at my shorts think baseball...baseball I tell myself as I nervously move away and release her beautiful face.
"What were you thinking Jake?" She quickly crosses her arms to hide her erect nipples. "You boys - so ridiculous. What the hell? Trying to scare my daughter and getting me all wet...wait. You said 10 out of 10 Goddess?" I smile as I see her try to restrain a smile. That sexy blush starts to spread across her face...and chest.
"Well, 11.7 out of 10 ... like a Goddess amongst 'mortal milfs'" I correct her with a wry smile and cross my legs...baseball, baseball. Then I feel that stupid confidence again... "Also, how I think you're extra gorgeous when you blush from your perfect face," I reach over and caress her cheek, to her neck, then dance my fingers across her upper chest, "to your stunning chest." I casually reach for 1 of her hands trying to stop her from hiding her chest. She swats at me then moves the other away too. She nervously bites her lip knowing I can see the damp shirt cling to her round breasts and hard nipples
"Seriously? This is very inappropriate. You-you shouldn't say or do things... " She gulps... "like that. Just...let's calm down," her eyes desperately try to avoid me, especially my crotch. "I'm too old anyway...you were hoping for Jenni."
I'm shocked that she sounds jealous. Sure, I'd love to pound Jenni's pussy and split her ass wide... though Mrs. Wollman doesn't need to know. Actually, if it was Jenni I was only hoping to talk and annoy her like the old days. Now, seeing Mrs. Wollman I can't help but desire the stunning red head.
"Really? Mrs. W the water was payback for Jenni doing that to me" true statement. "I was just hoping to catch up and ask about how you BOTH think I'm hot," mostly true statement. I slide closer signaling I'm about to whisper. She leans in curiously, even putting a hand on my chest subtly feeling my muscles. "Never doubt yourself. You are obscenely gorgeous...irresistible even." My hand moves before I realize it.
I grab the back of her head and pull her to my lips for a deep kiss. Her nails hungrily grip my shirt. Her hand shakes with nerves, or is it hunger? Unexpectedly, we kiss passionately for a few hot moments her hand hesitantly slides down towards my groin. She pushes me away just before her hand reached the waistband of my shorts.
"We can't," she says gently biting her lower lip, "this is...wrong." She shakes her head, "I knew I shouldn't have come home early. I should have just gone to bed with Mike, my husband-who I love dearly." Her hands nervously rub her thighs. "But...I knew you'd be here...so I tried sleeping in Jens room, but I just couldn't stop..."
