Southern Belle Evie Pt 05

It was a Sunday, and I'd usually be waking up in Mike's bed. But after my date with TJ on the beach, I spent the night at home with Sunny, and there we were, together in bed! It was a strangely sweet feeling to wake up with my cute Korean stepdaughter all curled up in my arms as we both started to stir. Her naked body was soft and warm, and we yawned and stretched as we woke up together. I kissed her bare back, she rolled over and gave me a sleepy smile.

"Coffee?" she sighed.

I nodded. "I'll make it." I said. "You don't use enough, and it's more like tea."

She giggled. "Fine. Then I'll make corn muffins for breakfast."

"You got a deal, little lady." I kissed her back again and rolled out of bed.

I planned to shower and dress in my new running outfit, eager to get out to the track... when I remembered! "Oh, Nick!"

Sunny giggled. "Yeah, you got another date."

I scoffed. "No. Not a date. We're just playing tennis."

"It's still a date." She insisted.

"You mind your business, missy!" I giggled. "Darn it! I wanted to get that Tennis outfit at the store."

"Well, you have time." She shrugged. "Go there first."

"They won't be open." I huffed. "Not till later. It's Sunday."

"It's a gym," She giggled back. "They open super early."

"The gym maybe, but not the store."

"Call Billy." She shrugged. "I'm sure he'll open a little early for you."

"Oh, I can't do that?" I drawled.

"Sure you can." She giggled. "He likes you!"

I lifted a brow at her. "How would you know that?"

She blinked and bit her lip like she just said something she wasn't supposed to. "Umm... intuition?"

I frowned. "Come on! How?"

She breathed a sigh. "Okay. Dean told me." She admitted. "Says his dad goes on about you a lot. He thinks you're super-hot... which you are!"

"And when were you talking with Dean about me?"

"Oh, just whenever." She lied. "We see each other at times. You know. In passing."

I nodded. "Uh-huh... like when him and TJ watched you give Bobby a blowjob on the beach?"

She gasped at me. "What?" Before last night, she probably would have tried to deny it. Now, she just blushed a smile at me, and huffed. "TJ told you?"

I shook my head. "Bobby."

She went wide eyed. "What?! Bobby told you? When?"

"You and that girl, Meghan or Mica..."

"Monika?"

"That's the one." I nodded. "You and Monika went to look at the turtles, and Bobby... got fresh with me... right there on the beach."

She gasped again. "What did he do?"

I giggled. "Sorry. I should have told you about it when we were opening up last night." I said. "Well, anyway. He was putting sunblock on my back, and he got all handsy, and well... I think he wanted to see how far he could push me."

She lifted her brows at me. "And... how far did he push you?"

I smirked and felt myself ready to tell her to mind her own business again, but we were past all that. I wanted her to know. "He felt me up... under my bikini top." I said.

She giggled and scurried up to me, took my hands and practically dragged me to sit with her on the couch. "Tell me! What else? Did you do anything with him on the beach?"

I wasn't sure how much detail I should go into, so I kept it brief. "Not really. He felt me up, rubbed against me, and umm... got me to cum."

"Hhh!" She gasped with a big grin like the sun. "Just touching your tits! Wow! You must have really needed it."

I huffed at her. "Well... it was more what he was saying." I admitted. "He, umm... told me that TJ and Dean watched you give him a blowjob on the beach."

She smirked and growled under her breath. "Ooo... that bastard!" I could see her cheeks getting all red, and it was sort of adorable. "I made them all swear they'd never tell anyone or I wouldn't do it again."

"Said you liked to be watched." I continued. "Not that I didn't already know that." She giggled. "And he said... he saw me watching you two in his room the other night."

She blinked at me. "He saw you? Really?"

I nodded. "In the mirror. I wasn't paying attention to the mirror." It was my turn to blush. I leaned a little closer, like I didn't want anybody else to hear, even though we were alone. "So, he touched me, and told me how hot it was to be... doing what he was doing to you..."

"You mean fucking me." Sunny said with her coy little smile. That girl can be so crude when she wants to be. I kinda liked it.

"I, umm... yeah. That." I giggled. "So, he saw me, and said he thought it was hot so... then he said he wouldn't stop playing with me there on the beach until I agreed to come and watch the two of you again. And that's why I was there... and you know the rest."

She let herself fall back into the couch and sighed up at the ceiling. "Wow! Last week, If anyone would have told me that I'd be sharing a blowjob with my stepmom, I'd have called them batshit crazy."

"I'm still not sure we ain't." I snickered. "Especially when that blowjob was on my boyfriend's son!"

We both laughed and rolled our eyes a bit. It was insane, and insanely sexy too.

"So, go on!" she hopped up and went to start making muffins. "Give Billy a call and have him meet you at the store so you can get your tennis outfit."

"Really?" I frowned over at my phone. "You don't suppose he'll think I just want to see him?"

She shrugged. "So what if he does? You said you thought he was good looking."

"Yeah, but I just don't want him getting the wrong idea. You know?" I huffed, got my phone, hemmed and hawed, then forced my fingers to tap up my list of contacts and called him up.

He answered right away, surprised that I called, and I explained that I wanted to buy the tennis outfit and would he meet me at the store around ten so I'd have time to buy it and put it on before meeting Nick for tennis.

"Well, actually, I can't get over there at that time." He said regretfully. "I have plans." I was about to give up when he said, "I could go earlier, if you want? Like nine?"

"That would be perfect!" I said cheerfully. "I'll meet you there. Thank you, Billy!"

I hung up and flashed my smile at Sunny. "Make those muffins to go. Billy will meet me at nine."

I showered and dressed quick as I could, got into my shorts and light shirt, just in case, and rushed out to meet Billy. When I arrived, his truck was already in the parking lot, so I just went right in. He was in the store and had the joining door to the gym opened as well.

"Morning, Evie." He grinned. "Looking fine as ice cream on a sunny day... as usual."

I giggled at him. "Why, thank you, Billy. And thank you so much for opening the store early."

"Well, I don't mind." He drawled. "You find what you need and go make sure everything fits. I'll just kill some time in the weight room with Dean."

"Dean is here?"

He nodded. "I got plans later, and he's gonna hold down the fort till I get back."

I found the tennis outfit, and took three sizes, figuring one of them had to fit. Then I walked through the gym to the ladies' locker and saw Dean on a bench press with his daddy spotting him. That's when I saw their resemblance. No wonder Dean looked like a Pitbull. He was built big and muscular just like Billy... but younger... and cuter... and...

Evie, get your mind off those two!

Forcing myself to stop staring, I got into the ladies' lockers to put it on and... Oh, my goodness! It was a good thing I wore white panties, because they'd be showing quite a bit unless I was really careful. Probably shouldn't have worn the pair I had on though. It wasn't quite a thong, but it was damned close.

The skirt was pleated and a whole lot shorter than I expected. In fact, it was barely a skirt at all! I mean, I kinda liked it, but jumping about on the tennis court with that thing on would certainly turn some heads.

The top was snug and left my belly bare, with a zip up the front, and it was very light. When I put it on, I could see every line and seem from my bra, which I thought looked terrible. Of course, the alternative would be going braless, so... being in the frisky mood I was in, I tried it. Oh, my word! So snug and tight! My already excited nipples were making very noticeable bumps.

I stood there, looking at my reflection, and as a sort of test, I jumped. My skirt flew up and I got a peek at my tiny panties underneath! Oh, good lord. I turned quick, and the skirt flew up, and... yup! There I was! My heart was racing a mile a minute while looking at my reflection, daring myself to go on out there and let Billy and Dean see me.

Well, if you're gonna play tennis out in front of God and everyone, might as well.

I opened the door a crack and looked out. Dean was spotting Billy now, and I just watched, thinking of those big strong arms and that barrel of a chest. So muscular and handsome. The two of them! I felt my stomach up in my throat and had to just close my eyes to get the courage to open the door and step out.

When I opened them again, Billy was still in mid press, and he almost dropped the weights on himself. Good thing Dean was paying attention. They put the weights away, and I walked over, feeling all sorts of embarrassed with every step. Embarrassed... and excited. Try as I might, I couldn't help but enjoy feeling their eyes on me.

It was just quiet enough that I could hear Dean mutter, "Holy hell if that ain't the sexiest thing I ever saw."

"You said it." Billy boomed more loudly. "Honey, you could make a dead man, uhh.. I mean...!"

I heard the expression before. "Oh. Uh, thank you, Billy. I guess that's a compliment."

He grinned and nodded eagerly. "Hell, yes." He chuckled. "What do you think, boy? She hotter than a pepper sprout, or what?"

"Dad!" Dean grinned but looked embarrassed too.

"Well, it's the truth, ain't it?" he patted Dean hard on the back. "No point in holding back a complement. Nobody ever gets enough of them."

"Billy!" I giggled. "You be nice, now." I gave Dean a smile, hoping to make him blush a little less before he passed out. "You don't think it's too short?" I said, and turned some so they could see the back a little. "Kinda... shows a little more than I expected back there."

"Well, let's have a look." Billy grinned.

His big mitt of a hand rested on my bare waist, and he turned me around a little more. His other hand stroked down the skirt, right over my ass, and I made a little squeak of surprise. He stroked down again until he was past the hem, then he stroked up, lifting my skirt.

"Hey!" I giggled. "I won't be doing that when I play tennis!"

"Never know." Billy snickered. "Wind might catch ya, and..." His hand went right up my skirt and grabbed my butt in his strong hand. And if that wasn't enough, he left it there, just squeezing me like he was checking a melon in the produce aisle.

I looked at Dean who was right there, watching his daddy grab my ass. I knew I needed to stop this before things got out of hand and I did something really stupid. "I, uhh... don't think the wind would do that."

"What do you think, boy." He said to Dean. "Too short or not short enough?"

Dean moved closer, and he looked both scared and excited. His eyes went up and down over me, like he was checking out a prize at the county fair. He got up next to me like his daddy, and then... he grabbed my other ass cheek and gave it a good squeezing! I gasped and just stood there, like my feet were nailed to the floor.

"Not short enough." Dean grinned.

A few more seconds went by before I could screw my head on again. Then I giggled and stepped away. Whew! I was not so steady on my feet, so I leaned on the bench press until I cleared my head.

Billy and Dean both looked like they were hoping for more, but that was out of the question. I needed to keep this job, and I couldn't be having sex with the boss... or his son... or both!

Gee-Zuss! I must be going out of my gourd.

"Umm, I should go." I said and backed away. "Thank you, Billy. For opening the store early."

"Well, maybe next time you join us for a workout." Dean added eagerly.

"Maybe, sure." I giggled nervously. "Let me just think about that, alright?"

"You have a good time now." Billy grinned. "Say Hi to Nick for me."

I nodded. "I sure will. Well, umm... bye."

I got out of there quick as I could, into my car, and drove off still feeling my heart racing like crazy. Those two big men, all sweaty and hard looking, and me wearing this little skirt that showed everything if I moved too fast! Good God! That could have been a lot... I would say a lot worse, but the way I was feeling, I kinda wanted to see what it would have been like had I not stopped them.

I tried not to think too much about it and drove over to the school for my tennis match with Nick. It wasn't until I parked and got out of the car that I realized... I left my other clothes in the ladies' locker! I didn't have anything to change into after my workout! Shit on a biscuit! I suppose I could get down to the ladies' locker in the school for a shower after. That'd be alright.

I went out to the tennis courts, and Nick was already there serving against the net to warm up. I had to admire his form. He had a wicked serve, and I sort of liked watching him go at it. Nice legs, I thought. And nice buns for a fella his age.

Oh, Evie! You have got to stop checking out every guy you lay eyes on!

"Morning, Nick!" I called as I went over towards him.

"Evie!" he grinned and finished serving the last three balls he had in his hand. Then he came trotting over and swooped in for a kiss on my cheek before I had a chance to react. "Nice you could make it." He grinned. "That is one very fine tennis outfit." He said, and I felt a tingle run up from my toes to my nose.

"Ooo, thanks." I giggled, both from the complement and the unexpected kiss. "Have you been waiting long?" I asked.

"Just got here five minutes ago. Thought I'd warm up a bit."

"Mind if I have a go?"

He shrugged. "Sure. Let me help with this mess."

We both went around gathering up the dozen balls he was practicing with. When I bent to pick up the last two, I caught him checking out my skirt as it rode up high enough to give him a look at what was underneath. I didn't let on. It was a little fun, and a little exciting to catch his eye. I 'accidentally' dropped one, and chased after, knowing he'd be watching. Oh, I know. I'm terrible. But it was all just some fun.

I hit some serves into the net like Nick had, and I could hardly compare the two. His shot into the net like a shotgun. Mine sort of patted the net like a tired bird. But that wasn't my strength on the tennis court. I had a mean close game. Once I got up on the net, I'd put him back on his heels.

He let me hit the dozen balls twice for warm up. I think he just liked standing back there watching my skirt fly up a lot. I was self-conscious about it for a little bit, but then I thought, all them hours on the elliptical must have paid off. I had a nice, firm, round butt, and I was pretty proud of it. Why not show it off a little.

The first game was mine. I got up on the net and ran him ragged for most of the time. The second was harder, but I won that one too, and I taunted Nick a little for fun.

"I thought you said you were better than most?" I laughed.

"My father taught me not to take advantage of a woman." He smiled. "I was being polite."

"Polite went out the window when you got on the court, honey." I giggled. "This here is tennis. It ain't a Christmas Ball."

"Oh, really?" he snickered. "Alright then. I'll stop being so polite."

The next game was also close, but I lost. He took a bow, and we took a break for some water and to catch our breath. Well, for me to catch mine. Nick was still looking fresh as a daisy.

We sat on a bench, and I panted while I sipped and stretched. "You are good." I said between gulps for air.

"You too." He nodded. "Of course, if I wasn't so distracted by watching you jump around in that little skirt, I'd be crushing you right now."

I laughed. "Well, a girl has to use what advantages she can." I shrugged and gave him a little wink.

"Yeah, well. It's not very fair." He scoffed.

"Sure, it is!" I giggled back. "Besides, you're not all that good. I could still take you on if I was covered from neck to toes in a burlap bag."

"You think so?" he smirked at me, hard!

I nodded. "I run five miles on that track, and that's after a full day on my feet at the golf club. I got something you don't, sir. And that's stamina!"

He nodded. "Says the girl who's still breathing hard."

"This is just half-time, honey." I quipped. "You're burning up all your gas so fast, you'll be coasting into the pit before the last lap is done. You'll see."

"Oh, is that a fact?" he chuckled. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

I smirked back at him. "Momma always told me, never bet more than you can afford to lose, and not for nothin', but I can't afford to lose a dime."

He shrugged. "Alright. Then how about you put your mouth where your mouth is?"

I lifted a brow. "How's that?"

He shrugged back. "Three games left." He said. "If you win a game, I'll pay you ten. If I win a game, I get a kiss."

"A kiss?" I giggled.

He nodded. "A real kiss. Not a little peck. I'm talking a good solid minute."

"A minute long kiss, or ten bucks?" I smirked back.

He nodded again. "Yep. For each game. But a real kiss. Serious. Like, up close and personal."

I thought about it. I actually wouldn't mind seeing how Nick kissed. And I could use thirty dollars. "Just a kiss, now." I asked again. "No funny business."

He raised three fingers. "Scout's honor." He nodded. "You tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like."

I nodded in acceptance of his swear.

"Of course, if you start something, I probably won't fight it." He added with a big grin.

"Yeah, well... that's not gonna happen. You just get that thirty-dollars ready."

We resumed the match, and holy hell, could that man serve a ball! It was like a bullet! Even his returns were like they were coming from a cannon. I scored one point. One! In three games! It was... very humbling.

"You were just toying with me all along those first three games." I accused him.

He shrugged and nodded. "Like I said. I was being polite."

I frowned. "Yeah, well. Polite would have been to at least let me think I had a chance." I put my racket back in the case and dabbed at my sweaty neck and chest. "Well... I guess I owe you a kiss."

"Three, actually." Nick grinned.

"Yeah, well. I ain't about to make out with you in the middle of the tennis court where anyone and everyone can see." I sighed. "And I feel like I'm about to melt in this sun."

He nodded with another of his charming smiles. "Well, we could do like the kids do." He said.

I lifted my brow at him. "And... what do the kids do?"

He grinned even wider. "They make out under the bleachers, of course."

"How do you know about it then?" I asked.

"Faculty." He smiled and jabbed a thumb at himself. "We have to know all the hiding spots."

I found myself getting more excited thinking about it. I never got to make out with my boyfriends under the bleachers. We never had bleachers at my old school. And come to think of it, before Jimmy, I never had a boyfriend to make out with. It might be fun to see what I missed. Not to mention, Nick checking out my panties every time my skirt flew up had been getting me all hot and bothered this last hour.

He walked me back to my car to put my racket away. Then I walked with him to his. A nice sports car, not at all what I expected. Then we headed off toward the bleachers, still chatting about this and that. He asked about my yoga class, and my bartending job at the golf club. I asked about his teaching, and what he'd be doing for the time off during the summer break that was coming.