All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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Early August, 1998
Inline skating and skateboarding were two of my favorite things to do in the whole history of stuff I like to do. There were other things, one of which ranked way higher, but these were something I could do in public.
I mean, I guess the other thing can be done in public, but skating was best with friends.
Although, the other thing involved friends as well.
Eh, in either case, skating was fun and I did it a lot. I was a regular at the Rancho Hills skatepark; a concrete park with lots of ramps, courses, and a bowl.
Most days since Amber left I could be found here. It had been a few weeks since I closed the deal for my prototype, and only a few days since all the money cleared the accounts. I really never again had to do anything.
So then, if I didn't have to do anything, what should I do?
That question had plagued me for the last few weeks, and no matter how much time I spent at the skate park, or skating at the school, or going to other parks or areas, that question kept coming back to me. Although I didn't ask for help with an answer because I didn't want to tell anyone I was wealthy. People tend to do funny things when money is involved, no matter how peripherally it seemed. So far only Amber and Uncle Mike knew. The former because she was there; the latter because I paid him back all the stipend money he'd given me over the last 2 years. He was surprised and appreciative, and as was his way, gave me some solid advice about money. I appreciated it.
Still, no matter how much I concentrated on landing a varial heelflip, the questions kept coming back.
So engrossed I was with myself, I did not notice the two ladies who had walked up to my area of the skatepark one fine August afternoon.
"Hey, Paul," Ashley said. "How's it going?"
I turned to see Ashley, looking stunning in a short, green, sleeveless sundress. It had a deep V cut in the front that displayed just a hint of breast. It was a stunning contrast to her platinum hair and lightly tanned skin.
Accompanying her was, surprisingly, Kelly. I had not known that these two ever hung out together. But since they were both at one time cheerleaders, I guess it shouldn't be a surprise. What was surprising was Kelly, whom I hadn't seen in quite a while.
She was taller than I remember, a little taller than Ashley. Her long, dark brown hair was blowing gently in what was called the 'valley breeze'. She was also dressed down more than I had seen her, wearing what I would know later to be a cami dress. It had a pink and white tiny floral pattern, with spaghetti straps holding up a stretchy top and a flowing short skirt. Surprisingly those straps were holding up very full D cup breasts that Kelly seemed to be proud to display. And rightfully so. She smiled at me like an old friend.
"Hey Paul," she said in a high, clear voice. "It's been a while since history class."
Thats right! We had sophomore world history together. I played it cool though.
"Oh, right, that was what we had," I said.
Yea, totally played it cool.
"So, we were in the neighborhood," Ashley said, "and we thought that we'd come say hi."
I motioned for them to join me in the little grassy area behind the skate bowl. It sloped down to the back of the park and created a little area that no one below could see. It made for a very quiet place most park goers used to smoke cigarettes they stole from their parents.
We sat down and I immediately caught a flash of...something from Kelly. She was sitting with her legs together, flat on the grass. Ashley, though, took a more relaxed pose, sitting with her elbows on her raised knees. I couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing any panties.
As usual, I played it cool. Sorta. Mostly. Ashley winking at me when she saw that I noticed.
"So," I said in a not at all squeaky voice, "what are you ladies doing out this fine afternoon?". I sipped on a bottle of water, trying to play it cool still.
"Oh, we had a pretty relaxed day," said Kelly. "We went and got a manicure, lunch, did a bit of shopping at the mall. Oh, and Ashley just gave me the best pussy licking of my life."
It was safe to say I nearly drowned myself on hearing that bit. Coughing in a very not cool way, I caught my breath.
"Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder? Did you just say..."
"Yes, she did," Ashley answered. "And yes, I did." She smiled at Kelly, proud of herself it looked. Kelly similarly looked proud.
"And you felt the need to come here and tell me this," I asked. "I mean, it's nice you thought of me and all, but not sure what to say." I tried to think of something witty but nothing was forthcoming. "Congratulations, I guess. Well done."
Kelly laughed lightly at my obvious nervous blundering. "Is he always this weird," she asked Ashley.
"Mostly," she responded, turning to me. "But his other qualities far outstrip any social awkwardness."
I suddenly felt like a gazelle on the Savannah; a feeling of being hunted. Although, if these two are doing the hunting, I don't think I'd mind getting caught.
"I'll bet," said Kelly. Turing to me, she said "So I've been meaning to get a hold of you for a few months now, but end of school and then college prep has been keeping me busy."
"What school?" I asked.
