"Margarita please?" Pixie asked, and waited. The Wagners put on a good pool party. The kids had their time in the water and now it was the adults turn, so the pool was empty. The light from the tiki lamps reflected gold on the calming water. Voices were getting louder—and not because the music was getting louder.
The bartender mixed Pixie's drink then held it up and looked at her cautiously. "Are you driving?" she asked.
"I'm walking," Pixie said. "I live across the street." She took the drink then startled when she turned around and found Rob too close. She brushed against him as she stepped away from the bar and turned back. "My bad," she said.
Rob shook his head and said. "Excuse me, Mrs. Tyler." Pixie could tell from the way Rob looked at her that he hadn't learned much control yet, and that's how she liked boys—eager and out of control.
She moved her hands to make sure that nothing blocked his view down her blouse, and she watched his face. She guessed that Rob's brain wasn't fully engaged. "My friends have called me Pixie for as long as I can remember," she said, "And I like that. Call me Pixie."
"Why Pixie?" Rob asked, and then Pixie knew his brain wasn't in gear. She was a petite blonde and just five feet tall. So what if she was twice his age. He should be able to figure that one out himself. She smiled at him over her drink. That stupid expression on his face was why she had her boobs lifted. It made the boys dumb.
"Were you here to get a drink?" Pixie asked, and Rob's head snapped up.
He turned to the bar, maybe too embarrassed to answer Pixie's question. "My folks sent me for a Miller and a daiquiri," he said.
The bartender was a stickler for the rules. "Can I see your ID?" she asked, and Rob was confused again.
"I'll take them," Pixie told the bartender. She tugged on Rob's sleeve and held her drink up to him. "Hold mine." Rob complained about the rules while they waited. First came the beer and then the daiquiri. Pixie took the drinks from the bar and turned to Rob. "Take me to your folks," she said.
Pixie enjoyed the view while she followed Rob through the crowd. He was past his first year at the university; he was starting to look like a man, and he had a nice butt.
Rob's folks saw Pixie trailing their son with their drinks in hand. "I should have known there'd be a problem," Karl said. "Thanks for helping." Karl was more subtle than his son, but his eyes found the same target.
"No problem," Pixie said. The Kowalskis offered her a lot of help when her husband died. He was older than Pixie—she was his trophy wife—and his passing wasn't a surprise. Most of the necessary arrangements were made ahead of time. She didn't need very much help, but she politely accepted it.
Pixie let her eyes track Rob around the pool while she talked with his parents. As much as she liked her neighbors, that friendship wasn't going to keep her hands off their son.
*****
Pixie looked up from the rose she was trimming. Rob climbed out of the car, pulled his shirt off, and bent down to joke with his friends. He didn't see Pixie until she touched his back and said, "You look overheated." She laughed at the other boys in the car and added, "You all look overheated!"
"Pixie!" Rob said and spun around. "We got into a pickup game at the park, but it's too damned hot. We couldn't play very long." His eyes wandered while he talked. Pixie legs showed smooth and tan below her shorts, her neckline gaped open, and she had a scarf tied over her hair. The Wagner's party was the first time Rob really noticed her. Now he took every chance to check her out.
"You need to cool down," Pixie said. She took the shirt out of Rob's hand and wiped at the sweat that gleamed on his chest. "You know, my pool's ready if you want to use it," she said.
Pixie's touch sent a thrill through Rob. He shook it off and said, "That sounds good" and his friends agreed. He turned back to Pixie and told her, "I'll stop and see Mom first, and we'll get towels."
"I'll be out back," Pixie said, "so just come in when you're ready."
Rob was distracted when he knocked at the front door and pushed his way into Pixie's big house. Tammy Wagner was all that Wayne could talk about. "Don't you think she's hot?" he asked. "Do you think she would put out right away?"
The house seemed different to Rob. He hadn't been there since right after the old man died, so he looked around and tried to remember how to get to the pool. "I don't know, man," he told Wayne. "She's still in high school. She'll be a senior, but she's still in high school. And she has a boyfriend."
Ben hit the water first, then Rob shut out Wayne's questions and jumped in. The water that closed over his head was a cool shock to his body, and then he felt two concussions as Wayne and then Joe followed him.
Rob didn't notice Pixie until he came up for air and brushed the hair and water out of his eyes. She wore a blue, one-piece swimsuit and sat on a patio lounge with her legs stretched out in front of her. She seemed adsorbed in her reading.
Rob splashed around the pool with his friends, playing a sort of improvised water polo while Pixie, with her head down so she seemed to be reading, watched every drop fly. They climbed out of the pool when the ball got stuck behind a planter and stretched out on mats in the sun to dry.
The conversation turned to tacos, so Ben, Wayne and Joe started pulling themselves together. Rob rose on his elbows to look at Pixie and told them, "I'm good. You go. Call me if you're doing something tonight."
Pixie walked the boys to her front door and talked all the way. Rob wanted her to do something, but he wasn't sure what it was until she stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Stay a while," she said. "There's food here and we haven't had much chance to talk." That was it. That was what he wanted.
A flush of anticipation tingled through Pixie while she pulled Rob back to the patio. She picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion from beside her lounge and stretched out on a mat beside Rob. His eye's landed where Pixie's nipples thrust out against her swimsuit, then traveled down her tight body.
"You're going to burn like an ant under a magnifying glass," Pixie said. "Turn over." She nudged him onto his belly, and he flinched when she squeezed the cool lotion onto his back. She worked slowly, spread lotion smoothly over his back, and massaged his muscles.
Rob turned his head to watch Pixie and was glad to be belly down. Her touch raised a bulge in his shorts. That shouldn't happen, right? She was so much older than he was.
"How do you do it?" Rob asked. "I mean, how do you look so good?"
Pixie rose to her knees and squeezed the lotion out on the back of Rob's thighs. "Did you know I was a cheerleader?" she asked. "In high school and at the U." Rob didn't know. "I learned then that it was a lot easier to stay in shape than it was to get in shape." Rob twisted around to look at Pixie. She gestured down her body and said, "I've always tried to keep it instead of getting it back."
"You have a nice, muscular butt," Pixie said, and slapped Rob's ass. He turned over and sat up, and as an afterthought he tried to hide his obvious bulge. He didn't get it done before Pixie noticed, and Rob blushed when she pushed his hand aside.
Pixie laughed. This was easier than she thought it would be. "Rob! Don't be embarrassed," she said. "If things work out this afternoon like I want them to, then we're going to need that."
Rob's bulge grew to a full scale hard-on when he realized what Pixie meant. Disbelief was written on his face when he asked, "You want me to do you?"
Pixie handed him the lotion bottle and said, "I want you to do my back first." She stretched out with her arms under her chin while he warmed lotion in his hands. "We'll work out the rest later."
Her swimsuit was backless, so there was an expanse of bare skin available to Rob. He smoothed the lotion over Pixie's back and she let out a sigh. He slipped his fingers under the shoulder's of her suit and lifted it up. "You don't have tan lines," he said.
Rob was enthralled, and Pixie waited to see what he would do. He ran his fingers under the fabric along her sides then pulled it up to look at the top of her round butt. "You don't have tan lines anywhere."
"I have security walls here for a reason," Pixie said, and motioned to the high wall around the pool. "I don't want tan lines showing around my clothes, so I'm usually bare when I tan."
Rob leaned over Pixie while he rubbed the lotion on her arms, and he inhaled the scent from her hair. He moved on to her legs, and found her body pliant and relaxed. His fingers traveled up her thighs and his thumbs slipped under the edge of the suit where it was drawn tight over her butt cheeks.
Pixie turned over and sat up. She slipped the swimsuit off her shoulders, and laid back again with her arms over her head. "Now do the front," she said. "You're just dying to, aren't you?"
Rob's thought process hadn't even gone there yet. He had nothing to say. He stared open-mouthed at Pixie's boobs, then grinned and said, "Damn."
Rob pulled Pixie's swimsuit down to expose her body all the way to the spread of her hips. He warmed lotion between his palms and rubbed it over her tight belly and up her sides. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, and pinched her nipples.
Pixie pushed his hands away then squeezed her boobs together so her hardened nipples jutted straight up to Rob. "Suck me," she said.
Saliva dripped from Rob's lips even before he laid down with Pixie and took a tit in his mouth. The sudden thrill he sent through her made Pixie arch her back and push herself against him. She wrapped her arms around Rob's head and kissed his ears and his hair while he sucked her. Her breath came fast and shallow, and he could hardly breathe at all.
Rob freed one hand and shoved it into Pixie's swimsuit. He first pushed it down, then he pulled it off from her and touched her soft, bare pussy. He swirled his fingers between Pixie's legs and pushed them between her wet pussy lips before she stopped him.
