Ch. 01: Some Harmless Fooling Around
Robert was home from Iraq after a rather difficult tour of duty. He sighed as he searched in the fridge for something cool. It was another 90 degree day in Southern California and the swamp-cooler as usual wasn't keeping up. Strangely the heat no longer bothered him now used to 115 degree days in Baghdad.
He grabbed a couple of beers and went to his room. He just wanted to relax a little before his parents, or sister came home. The welcome home barbeque was tonight. He rolled his eyes just thinking about it, dreading all the bullshit he would be forced to deal with. It was bad enough he had to live with his parents till he could find a place.
Once his computer was on he was tempted to check out some porn, and possibly jerk-off to his favorite porn babes. He'd been in Iraq for seven months without even smelling a woman. During his tour Robert actually found little interest in sex occasionally playing with himself. Now that he was home eying the girls on the plane, the airport, pretty much anywhere, sex was the only thing on his mind.
It was a bit hot though to get all worked up over a tiny video. He chugged down half his beer when he heard a scream and then a splash in the pool. He cautiously looked out his window to see his sister, and a couple of girlfriends out back. "Jesus Christ," he sighed annoyed with his sister brining her friends over.. He checked out her friends though, and was impressed. "Oh man," he whispered eying a hot petite, and curvy blond. "Nice tits," he noted as she removed her t-shirt revealing a white and tight bikini top.
Next he observed a well toned brunette, "Oh wow," he said admiring her tan athletic thighs as she removed her shorts. Both of these girls were gorgeous he thought fantasizing about them as he massaged his crotch.
He tried to forget about his ex-girlfriend, Larissa. She had broken up with him just days before his return. They had been living together for months, and he thought that she may be the one. While in Iraq he received a letter stating she fell in love with one of his friends, and ended their relationship. One of the reasons he would be living with mom and dad. Surprisingly the anger helped him cope with the stresses of combat.
He tried to relax as his manhood responded to the stimulation. It soon became tighter in his jeans as he grew. He stood to unbutton his pants. Once he pulled his stiffing member out he enjoyed the relief and took another look at his sister's friends. "Damn," he whispered observing the awesome curvy blond. He looked for the athletic brunette who was applying sun tan lotion earlier. "Oh well," he said unable to spot her.
Robert sat down on his bed, with closed eyes, imagining himself fondling those beauties, all while massaging his half erect penis. He chuckled to himself noting, how ridiculous that thought was, like they would have anything to do with him. It didn't matter he was determined to enjoy this four minute fantasy till he finished off.
He was so enjoying his bliss he didn't immediately notice the bedroom door bust open. His reaction to the intrusion was slow, even unconscientiously delayed like he wanted to be caught.
Alana was shocked at what she was witnessing. A guy holding his dick in his hand working it hard. She was stunned, fascinated, and disgusted, but froze. Robert aware of a presence looked up with eyes wide open. The amazingly well toned brunette was before him, watching him jerk-off. It was so sudden, and unexpected neither reacted immediately. "I'm sorry," Alana declared, "I was looking for a bathroom."
"Wrong door stupid bitch." He swiftly ripped a blanket over him.
"I apologize; I didn't know," she pleaded with hands up to her mouth.
He felt bad with his harsh attack, but he was clearly jerking-off, and he considered it a most private thing, and obviously embarrassing to be caught in the act.
"I'm sorry," she stated again. All her senses told her to leave, but her body just didn't respond as she watched him struggle to pull up his jeans.
Robert wondered why she was still there studying him. He wanted to cuss her out, but became mesmerized with her beauty. Out by the pool it was obvious she was hot, but up close she was stunning. Her dark and straight, more than shoulder length hair, covered one of her startled eyes.
She had nice breasts for her 5'5" athletic frame. They were tightly supported by a bright yellow bikini top. He could see just above her denim shorts a yellow string matching the bikini top. Robert greatly admired the thin bright yellow string high up on her hip. The bright yellow contrasted nicely against her caramel colored skin glistening from the liberal amount of oil she had applied.
He found her face adorable; big brown eyes surrounded by long eyelashes, with lovely pink glossed lips. She was Playmate caliber as far as he was concerned. "I'm sorry for yelling at you..."
"No, no, it's understandable."
"You must think I'm some kind of weird perverted freak-boy."
"No, you were doing something natural that we all do in the privacy of our bedrooms."
He found her remarkably reasonable. "So you get yourself off," he stopped speaking searching for a name.
"Oh Alana," she said nervously surprised at herself. It wasn't like her to tell a guy she caught with his dick in his hand that she found it natural. She had always been out going, a people person, and like most young girls had a healthy interest in boys and sex.
She was embarrassed by his rather personal question. Get yourself off she thought knowing full well she did.
He was very attractive she noted. Tall, muscular, and his close-fitting hair cut. He even looked good with the glasses on. T-shirt, jeans, sand colored boots, she liked the outdoor look. The site of his penis in hand rapidly flashed through her mind.. Alana ignored his question, and asked her own. "Were you having fun," she queried trying not to laugh.
"Yes. I'm Robert by the way."
"Yes I know Rob. I'll leave to let you continue."
Puzzled he asked, "Do we know each other?"
"Alana Becker. I'm a friend of your sister's; tree grades behind you in high school." He still didn't recognize the hot babe. "For Christ sake you babysat me and my brother for like a whole summer."
It finally hit him, "Oh shit. Little Lana? My God Alana you've, uh... well matured... um nicely too. I never would have recognized you."
She blushed at his compliment, "Thank you Rob. I lost the baby fat; got into sports." She overtly looked him up and down. She hadn't seen him in a couple of years and remembered him as a boy. He was definitely a man now. "You're hotter than I remember." They stared at each other intensely for a moment. She awoke from her gaze, "Ok, I'll leave you to finish."
The question left his mouth before he thought it through. "I could use the help of a beautiful girl."
Her eyes went wide with wonder, and was flattered, but again surprised. "Excuse me?"
He blushed, "I apologize; I never should have..."
