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It was Saturday afternoon, and Chris stood under the shower, letting the hot water spray the back of his neck. He replayed the events of the last couple of weeks in his head. Two weeks ago, he had been your average high school virgin senior. Now, out of nowhere, he was the school stud. He had fucked the brains out of the cheerleading squad, losing his virginity to the head cheerleader, no less. He had given a tremendous facial to the "untouchable" girl in the school. Although Casey had begged for him to fuck her, he was just too exhausted, and promised her a rain check. Can you believe that? He was giving girls rain checks on fucking him. He had barely staggered out to his car and made it home. His parents were out of town for the next week, and he had slept all morning. Now he stood in the shower, trying to revive himself, which was occurring faster than he thought.
Chris got out of the shower and toweled off. I've got the house to myself, he thought. No need for clothes. He stretched out on the couch and settled in for an afternoon of TV. After about an hour, Chris heard the side door open and a female voice call, "Hello? Chris?"
Uh, oh, Chris thought. He had forgotten his mom had asked Ms. Hart to stop by to check on him and bring some dinner. The side door was in the next room and Chris was standing up, trying to figure out what to do when Ms. Hart stepped into the room. "Hey, Chris. There you... Oh! Sorry!" Ms. Hart stammered as she caught sight of Chris standing naked in the middle of the den. She quickly turned away.
"Sorry! So sorry! I should have knocked and waited. I..." Slowly, though, Ms. Hart stopped her stammering and turned back toward Chris. After the events of the last couple days, Chris's confidence was through the roof, and he figured he might as well see how far he could take this gift of his. He stood, unashamedly, in the middle of his room, his thick, semi-hard cock hanging against his huge balls.
Ms. Hart did a double take, and then could not look away. She stood staring at Chris's crotch. Chris smiled and took in Ms. Hart. She was their next door neighbor of about 2 years. She was about 35, divorced and taught 3rd grade at the local elementary school. Chris had always admired her looks, as she took great care of her body. About 5'7", she was a frosted blonde with medium sized tits, a tight waist, and great ass, and, best of all, long, smooth, toned legs. She was wearing short khaki shorts and a light yellow designer tank top, which showed the swell of her breasts. Chris felt himself begin to harden under Ms. Hart's gaze.