As the sun began to lower over the trees Monica yet again stepped from a refreshing shower. Her hour of skyping with her Uncle left she and her bed sheets a mess.
Drying herself off with her favorite powder blue towel she drapes and ties it around her glorious body. Her bedroom window as ever wide open to enjoy the afternoon breeze. She opts to change her sheets and make her torn apart bedding. Checking her cell for unknown texts during her shower she finds nothing. She had hoped some of her friends from school might reach out to her. After the Detention she and three of her new braless Brigade endured she worried they might have had time to resent her. Regardless they had participated of their own free will. That much she knew. Still, she would hate to lose these friends.
Preparing to paint her nails something familiar distracts her forcing her to sit the vial aside.
"I know that reverb anywhere." Her eyes brighten making her leap to her feet from the bed.
Gawking out her bedroom window Monica notes a motorcycle roaring down the back alley. She knew very well whom it was.
"Kyle's home!"
Jumping in step she hurries from her room and through the empty house. Her parents gone on yet another weekly adventure. Darting out the back door and across the deck she scurried through the yard. Her towel loosening at her fevered pace. She merely held it together for effect.
Rounding the corner of Ryan and Brock's garage she found the eldest Quinones son shutting down his "Kawasaki" Crotch Rocket. Dropping the kickstand he sits up straight and stretches. It had been a lengthy ride from College over in "Clearwater".
Lifting his helmet from his head he dangles it from his handle bar. Twisting to prepare a dismount he freezes to sit back down. Before him stood the neighbor beauty Monica Gift hopping up and down on her toes. Excited to see him she nibbled her lower lip. This was the first visit home for Kyle since Monica had opened her mind to the future she embraced.
"Welcome home, Kyle."
Kyle Quinones was 21, 5'8 in height, 200 pounds. Short dark hair shaved short at the temples. Wearing a black leather jacket and old blue jeans. Brown boots and a concert T-shirt beneath his coat dedicated to the band "Avatar". Whom he had just seen in concert a week ago.
He had to take a break from school to keep from burning out.
"If it isn't Monica Gift. What's up Gorgeous?"
It was impossible not to lust over this girl. He didn't even bother trying not to.
Monica shivered with bulbous eyes, "It's been almost 2 months since you've been home. So much has happened."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He eyed her bobbing breasts as she danced nervously in step. She wasn't even trying to hold her towel in check.
Just as quickly she opted to open her towel slightly to reposition it, tying it ever so neatly. In doing so her full frontal exposed through a mere two inch gap. Cleavage and snatch revealed themselves briefly.
"What hasn't happened? Oh, in case you don't know I've seen you watch me masturbate. Lots of times actually."
Surprised by her flighty persona he chuckles trying not to blush, "Yeah? I won't deny that." A smug expression presents itself.
Giddy at this long overdue confrontation Monica charges forward to hug him. Her weight made him change stance on his bike to prevent tipping over. He had never seen her like this. For that matter they never really spoke that often in the past. Regardless, he loved her scent.
"What's got into you?" He grins with a creased brow.
"That's a loaded question." She giggles, "I'm 18 now Kyle. You can seduce me now. Or, I can seduce you."
Her left hand lowers to rub his crotch. The rocket rose instantly.
"Whoa! Slow down Hotstuff. I just got home. Give a guy a chance to relax."
Offering a pouty face she sneers at him for turning her down, "Fine! The least you can do is give me a ride on your bike."
Nodding with a convinced pucker he agrees, "I can do that. Go get dressed and meet me back here in an hour."
"I don't want to get dressed. I'll wear my towel here."
He raises an eye brow then shakes his head in disbelief, "Yeah, okay. Sure. Why not." He didn't believe her but he figured it was a few laughs later when she chickened out. With a shrug he steps from his bike and moves around it to face her.
"Let me get inside. I'm gonna call Ryan and have him bring me and Dad a pizza. I'm starving."
"Awesome! Tell Daddy--I mean--Brock I said Hi." She twists wiggling her butt at him before fanning her towel wide at arms length. If facing him he would see it all. He had to grip his inseam.
"See you in an hour." He chuckles.
Without looking back Monica darts toward her yard and spots another familiar face. Her neighbor "Charley" from the opposite side of her house was outside spray painting a bird house he had built. He hadn't seen her exit her home nor her advance toward him at this very moment.
Monica winced with a devious look in her eye and removed her towel. Standing nude in her yard she twists her towel into a whip and stalks toward him quietly. Within reach she rears back and snaps the towel loudly against the retiree's fanny. The shock of the impact made him spray paint his knuckles.
"Good God! Don't do that to an old man." He eyes her nudity and points with an invisible tracing of her body, "Don't do that either. I might have a stroke."
She laughs defiantly and taunts him with another swat of the towel, " You've seen me naked before. Stop being shy about it. If there's any strokes here today it's with my hand around your cock."
Frowning Charley looks around for prying eyes, "Look! I know you have no real interest in a Grampa like me. You're a sweetie but I couldn't keep up with you. Or kieep it up in general."
"I'm open minded these days Charley. All I want is for you to feel young again. Enjoy the fact a sweet young girl likes to tease you. It makes me happy to see you happy. Now give me a hug and squeeze my buns."
Defeated Charley caves in and throws his arms around Monica. He refused to admit it how good she felt against him. A man of his age should know better. If anyone spotted them and told her parents, all hell would break loose.
Clearing his throat he tries to escape. She reaches around him and grabs his own Khaki covered butt cheeks. Growling he returns the favor by squeezing her tight little heart shaped ass.
"Was that so hard?" She grins and brings her hands to his chest patting it. Then just as quickly lowers her opposite hand to grip the contours of his dick. Not as lively as she had hoped but the intention was good. She sticks her tongue out at him, "Little hard maybe. Needs work. I'm game if you are."
Shaking his head he realizes the paint on his knuckles, "I might have wiped paint on your backside."
She peers behind her as she twists to locate any, "Oh well. It will wash off later. I'll leave you alone. Speaking of paint. I have toenails to color. Bye Charley."
Wiggling away after a blown kiss Charley looks at his bird house, "At least something here is for the Birds."
Next door at the Quinones home. Kyle had entered to find his Dad sitting in the living room watching a Home Improvement show on TV.
"Guess who the cat dragged in?" Kyle chuckles.
"There's my boy. How's classes Young Man?"
"Going good. All the partying I'm as surprised as you are."
Brock pauses his show to stand and offer his eldest a firm handshake.
"Ordering a pizza. Hungry?" Kyle nods at his Father.
"All I do is eat pizza. You go on ahead. I'm not hungry really."
"All good. Speaking of hungry." He halts to make his call to make his order, "I ran into Monica from next door. Met me actually."
As Mario from Ryan's parlor calls and takes his order Brock hisses and rubs the back of his neck. He knew this conversation was going to be awkward. Once the order was complete Kyle returns to his Dad.
"She was only wearing a towel. Can you believe that? Outside for everyone to see. Propped it open even. Of course I didn't get to see much. Crazy."
Brock nods with a sigh, "You don't know the half of it."
Taken back by his Father's reluctance he narrows his eyes, "Fill me in."
"Let's just say she's a wild one and leave it at that."
"Come on Pop. Let's hear it." Kyle chuckled.
