Vince Collier laid out on Christina Holly's sofa, shoes still on, with his friend Mike Henshaw standing at the door watching for the arrival of his old Sunday School teacher Delores Shepard. Vince, far cooler than Mike was merely stretched out and relaxed looking at interesting YouTube videos on his cell.
"She's not coming." Mike fret looking at his own cell for the time.
"If she doesn't, she doesn't. I have Christina's cell here to message Delores if she changes her mind. I can act like Chris and persuade her to take a chance. If not, we hustle our asses down to Bumper Guards Detail and see Chris in action. She's only been gone an hour and a half, so we still have time."
Vince had even hurried home to take a shower and make himself more presentable, rather than his earlier just out of bed shabby look. Changing into a royal blue tank top to express his muscles more, being a former High School Wrestler, his ego was evident. Even if at the moment he had a green hoodie on over it. His build had always been athletic, and he really had no troubles getting girls but of late he simply kept his swinging single status open. Cut off black sweatpants up to mid-thigh shared well-toned calf muscles as well as hugging his developed glutes. Yup! Cute ass! If he did say so himself!
Mike had gone home too, returning only after eating some lunch and brushing his teeth. He didn't anticipate Delores seeing him, so the shower thing wasn't any big deal, he had one before bed last night, good enough for him. "Dude? You should send Delores a text from you on your cell. Let her know you're at Christina's house now. Maybe she will message back if she's on her way."
"I guess I could say Chris gave me her digits."
"Right! Just tell her you won't abuse her number."
"Makes sense! I can do that." Vince looked up the woman's cell number on Christina's phone when a text slipped in from Dixon. Pausing to read it he understood what Christina had been up to. "Holy crap!" Vince stood up and walked over to Mike, "Tucker sent video to her cell just before we got back here. He must have forwarded it to Dixon from the shop." Pulling up the video they saw Christina walking alone on a sidewalk from behind then running into a guy with a Golden Retriever sniffing her all over." A second quick video found a long distance shot of Chris squatting in the grass and peeing with cars driving by her. Finally, a third of Chris riding on the hood of a car heading down the street while masturbating.
"Maaaan! We missed some crazy shit." Mike muttered.
"Dixon told her to make it better. He has to realize she didn't have her cell because Tucker sent him her videos. So how does he expect her to know."
"Text Tucker and tell him to make Chris step up her sluttiness."
"You're so smart." Vince laughed and did just that. Seconds later Tucker wrote back, "She's getting fucked by Theo in front of 30 guys. LOL! Blowing the driver, she rode in on." Video of even that crept in. "HELL YEAH! Look at all those guys. She's going to be busy for hours." Six hours to be precise, but let's not jump too far ahead. Business at Bumper Guards was booming today.
"Okay! Still no Delores, so text her." Vince memorized Delores' number then pocketed Christina's cell so as not to be confused. Entering the number into his contacts they took one more look outside before messaging her. Writing, "Hi Mrs. Shepard this is Vince. I hope it doesn't bother you I'm texting this. Chris gave me your number to confirm if you were coming or not. I swear I won't bother you after this unless you say it's okay. I'll even delete your number if you want me to. Can you please confirm?" Off it went.
In her bedroom Delores Shepard got his text while just getting changed. She too showered and now doing her make-up before deciding her final move. Wearing a short-sleeve heavenly white pullover top with a reasonable cleavage yet not too revealing, and white shorts she looked beautiful. Battling her nerves which were a constant, she stepped to her cell and read his text. Seeing only his number as a contact gave her pause until she read it. "He seems very polite. I want a massage so bad but am I being silly letting some random teenager, touch me all over? I mean... yes, the shock of seeing all those boys... touching themselves while watching Glen and I... mostly me, seeing as Glen was hidden by my body...they were turned on by me. Solely me!" She shivered rubbing her upper arm. "I suppose I should respond at least."
Texting him she wrote, "Hello Vince. I'm fine that you have my number as long as you don't text me while my husband is around to question why you have it. I don't want him to think things are... worse than they appear." Sent, it was a waiting game, walking from her Chester drawer to sit on her bed.
"She messaged back." Vince grew excited, Mike not far behind. Reading it out loud before any reply, allowed Mike to relax knowing she was likely not close by to sneak up on them. "Ok, I'm writing back." Proceeding with, "You have my word. Before anything else I want to apologize for our behavior yesterday. We... were stupid."
"That's sweet of you to admit. I think my husband and I were equally stupid in doing what we did."
"I swore to Chris I would behave, and I will. You were not stupid. We all have our moments and you observed ours. Sorry again." He fired back.
"No further apologies necessary, all I ask is that you do not spread what we do around town. My husband and I have a solid reputation with the community. Tarnishing it would make me very sad. That and I do not want my daughter to know."
"As long as you don't tell anyone what we did."
"Totally fair Vince. So, you're at Christina's now? Alone?"
"Yes. Chris told me to close the curtains and lock the door in case anyone dropped by."
"Alright! I trust you, Vince." Not really but she was trying.
"Thanks Mrs. Shepard. On your way?"
"Five minutes and I'll be walking out my front door." She needed a moment to calm herself.
"I'll be here." He ended it.
"Okay! See you shortly." Her finale text revealed she flopped back on her mattress and glared at the ceiling. "God my nerves are shot. A massage is so needed and honestly it costs so much to go to a professional. Our budget doesn't allow for such luxuries. Yet, Glen can play golf at the Country Club. So not fair that I get the short end of the stick." A flash vision of a thick hard cock as her stick she froze with her eyes flared, "I can't do this."
Standing and pacing her bedroom she spotted her black sleep mask on her bedside stand. "I can do it. Come with me Anna." Affectionately nicknamed after the blind Prophetess in the Bible. Luke 2:36 through 38 to be precise! Maybe Delores was seeing her future and didn't know it yet.
White pumps and dark sunglasses with a white frame matched her attire, accenting her long flowing brown hair. Lip gloss from her purse completed her readiness. Front door opened she began her walk; it was only five blocks and such a beautiful day. While never really considering herself overly attractive she did have that Anne Hathaway vibe to her appearance. Delores having been raised in the Church maintained her meek but need to escape persona, often isolating herself from the world. She worshipped her husband but with their sex life having its ups and downs, more down than up on his part she simply gave up most days. Love would persevere.
Back at Christina Holly's house Vince blurted, "She's on her way." Mike brightening up realized something. Where was he going to hide from Delores?
"You're doing this in the living room, right?"
"That's the plan. I figure doing it on Christina's bed might scare her."
"Okay! Then, I'll hide in the bedroom."
"You're short and skinny get under the bed until she's comfortable. Chris said Delores wanted to wear a bedtime blinder so as long as you're quiet she won't know you're here."
"Gotcha! Let me see if I can squeeze under the bed." Their journey in they predicted the creaks in the floor, old house, old haunts. Vince pointed out where not to step and even placed some of Christina's socks on the bad spots. Readied, Mike dropped down slithering on his belly under the bed. It was tight but manageable. Above him Vince quickly arranged Christina's torn up blankets and hid Mike from sight. "How do I film Delores and you from under here?"
"Just wait until I give you a sign to come out."
"What kind of sign?"
"You'll know it when you hear it. Wait! I'll say I just dropped the Mic."
"Perfect!"
"Alright let me go look bored." Vince stepped from the bedroom and once again stretched out on the sofa. Christina's cell in his pocket he panicked and stuffed it under a couch cushion. It might have been smart of him to silence it or shut it off. Amateur! Getting comfy he closed his eyes and feigned napping. Yeah, out like a light.
Ten minutes later Delores had made it to the sidewalk leading up to Christina Holly's home and looked around for any sign of onlookers before heading up to the porch. Not a sole in sight she felt more at ease, until she was at the door. With the interior door wide open she heard snoring and winced. "Did he fall asleep on me?" Easing the screen door open she peeked to her right and sure enough there was Vince drooling from the corner of his mouth. "Poor thing! I almost hate to wake him."
Stepping in quietly Delores fanned her flushed expression, she had made it this far at least. Eying Sleeping Buddy she fidgeted and let her eyes slip to his crotch. It was easy enough to see he wasn't wearing underwear, his sweats bulging to the contour of a timid erection. Rolling her right hands fingertips along her throat she bit her lower lip with curiosity. Glancing toward the picture window with cum streaks still on it she trembled. A third shift in vision she rediscovered the section of carpet that she and Glen had screwed on while the group of boys created such a mess on the glass. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
Not responding to her wakeup call she recreated her gruff froggy to no avail. "Goodness he's a sound sleeper." Tempted to wiggle his shoe she chose to step closer to his side examining his muscular physique. "Forgive me!" She looked toward Heaven then bent forward to place her palm on his abdomen to shake him awake. "Vince?"
Eyes wide, he sat up quickly, so fast that his body slid upward under her palm until his unbalanced erection caressed her knuckles. Eyes bulging at his move and her reluctance to lift her hand away they both blushed.
"I can't believe I fell out! Sorry, Mrs. Shepard."
"Delores." She smiled and found the required energy to retreat her hand.
"Right! Delicious." He mumbled and sat up with both feet on the floor before launching himself upright. Stretching vividly in front of her his tank rode up revealing his not perfect six pack. A thin well-displayed brown streak of body hair going straight over his belly button and down beneath his sweatpants was seen. She had to look away and mask her red features, that and her flaring eyes full of shame, yet wonderment. Good thing she still had her sunglasses lowered. Resisting her nerves, she did finally position her shades atop her head and look around the house. Finding a bag on the recliner consisting of lotions and oils she snooped, bending slightly forward. Vince examined her shorts tightening up over her butt cheeks and bit his knuckle.
"That's quite a lot of lotions." She then spotted a Magic Wand. "What exactly is this?" Maybe she was more naïve than she should have been at her age, but she had never once seen one, let alone hear about its uses.
"Oh, that's a massaging wand. It's used to loosen up your muscles."
"I'm all for that." She shyly smiled and squeezed the back of her neck. "Can we talk a bit first? I need to control my..."
