Ah, the weekend! I stretched out my legs luxuriantly on the couch, knowing full well that I could never get away with it at home. Now that I was 18 and able to stay over at my brother's place in the student ghetto, I savoured these weekends away – away from my parents' over-bearing, ultra-conservative rule.
Todd and I had "survived" my parents' dictatorship differently. He had always rebelled, and I think my parents allowed him to move out in order to avoid the inevitable confrontations that would have occurred. I, on the other hand, did not resist. I was obsessively studious, always came directly home after school and never dated. It was just easier that way – I didn't have to confront either my parents' disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.
I was determined to make the most of my brother's haven. He was a pain sometimes, but he generally left me alone, knowing what I faced at home. I even had my own bedroom over here.
Actually, truth be known, there was another reason for me to be here this weekend – Bunny. True to his nature, my brother was dating a girl who was completely the opposite of someone my parents would have approved of. With long, wavy, raven black hair and an ample, curved, toned body, Bunny oozed sensuality. But what really distinguished her from my parents' ideal was her gregarious, uninhibited, mischievous personality.
Bunny had me all twisted up inside. The way that she dressed and pranced about the house and the way that she touched and teased me made me feel all tingly and had me thinking improper thoughts. I haven't taken so many cold showers in my life as since the two of them started dating. I probably should have just avoided her altogether, but I couldn't help myself. It was like looking at my teacher's cleavage in biology class. I know that it was an unforgivable sin, but I couldn't stop doing it. Oh, I am such a weak, immoral person!
So, this weekend, my brother has an away game with his varsity basketball team, and he and Bunny are out partying tonight before he goes, and I'm just lying here on the couch, and eventually they're going to come home, and in the morning, he's going to leave, and... Bunny might stay on, and... and...
I'm just lying here on the couch. That's all. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm just lying here and watching TV. Gosh, I feel so jumpy inside. And my penis is getting really firm. Maybe I should take a cold shower right now. Or better yet, maybe I should actually turn the TV on. Be calm, be calm.
Suddenly, I heard giggling at the doorstep, and then three people jostled through the front door, laughing.
"Bunny!" Todd growled in the hall as another girl quietly closed the door behind them, "Keep the noise down. One of these days, my neighbour is going to complain."
"Ohhh, poor baby," Bunny replied, throwing her arms around my brother's neck and giving him a big kiss on the lips, "Maybe I should go pay a visit on your neighbour and see what is making him so uptight. I've seen the way he looks at me. Maybe it's something that I could... FIX." Bunny reached down and grabbed my brother at the crotch.
"Bunny, bunny, bunny," Todd yelped and danced out her grasp. "Don't! The kid's here."
Bunny swivelled her head in my direction. "Timm-mmeee!" she cried, bounding across the room and onto my lap.
Bunny was dressed in something as perky as her attitude. She looked like she was wearing a school uniform, but if the girls in my class dressed like that, they would get kicked out of school. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that was tied high on her chest instead of buttoned. Underneath her tight, bare midriff, she wore a pleated, red plaid miniskirt that swung and bounced provocatively when she walked, and then underneath that, and below a surprising amount of bare thigh, she wore a pair of thin, white, thigh-high nylons. Her hair was tied with red ribbons off to the sides in a pair of flirty ponytails.
She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big, wet kiss. Her lips were soft and mushy. The smell of her sharp perfume and night's worth of alcohol consumption filled my nostrils. She spun around on my lap and lay back on my reclined body – her head beside my cheek, her back against my chest, her bum against my... my... my stiffness.
Grabbing my hands, she pulled them onto her stomach so that I was hugging her in place. The buttery soft skin of her abdomen undulated under my fingertips as she breathed.
With flare, Bunny raised her arm over her head and wrapped it around the back of mine. "Shoolee," she called to her friend in the affected accent of a faded movie actress. She pressed her cheek into mine. "Shoolee, come and meet my real boyfriend," she said, "This is Timothy, my secret lover, my paramour." Todd guffawed as he went into the kitchen to get drinks.
The girl at the door had long, fine, blonde hair and sharp, aristocratic features. She was subdued compared to Bunny – well, everybody is subdued compared to Bunny. But the quiet girl didn't seem shy; she seemed, rather, to be poised and deliberate. I took it that she was Bunny's age, but she seemed older in attitude, more refined and genteel.
She approached the couch. She was wearing an expensive, white cotton shirt that was tailored to hug her middle. The short tail of the shirt was left out over the waist of her tight blue jeans. The wide cuffs were unbuttoned and flipped up at the wrists, and the shirt was open in a vee down to a single, done-up button at her abdomen. Underneath the shirt, she had on a stretchy, black tube-top. Her bellybutton and flat stomach subtly peeked into view whenever she stretched her body in certain directions.
"Timothy," Bunny said, "This is Shoolee, my exotic and submissive French au pair, who attends to my every whim."
Returning to the living room, Todd laughed again. "Bunny, you're too much." He set beers down on the coffee table and then flopped into an armchair with one in his hand.
"Hi, Tim," the blonde said, extending me her hand, "But it's just Julie, and I'm just a classmate."
I extended my hand, but Bunny beat me to it. She reached out, grabbed Julie by the arm and yanked her towards us. "Come say hello."
Julie toppled onto us with a weighty flop, and Bunny pulled her in tightly. Julie struggled to get up but had difficulty gaining purchase. Their two bodies wriggled on top of my chest and groin. Her head fell between Bunny's face and mine, and the soft, pale skin of her cheek brushed along my chin. She smelled flowery, powdery and delicate.
Finally, Julie pulled herself away from Bunny's grappling. "Bunny!" she sighed with annoyance but not surprise. Shifting to the end of the couch, she lifted our legs and dropped onto the cushion underneath them. "Where do you get all your energy? I'm tired."
"Well, then come lie down with us."
"No."
"We can get all comfy and cuddle up together." Bunny hugged my arms around her middle and shimmied her backside against me.
"NO!"
Bunny lifted a leg and angled her big toe under Julie's arm. "Come snuggle." As Bunny tickled with her toe, Julie jumped. "Don't!" She grabbed Bunny's leg and fixed it firmly back on her lap. "Bunny?" she whined, "I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep."
"But the night's still young." Bunny jumped up, grabbed the remote off the coffee table and dropped into Todd's lap with her back to us. "There's great stuff on the tube at this hour." As Bunny flipped through the channels, Julie rested her head on her hand and propped her elbow on the back of the couch. She sighed exhaustedly.
Realizing my manners, I lurched upright and swung my legs onto the floor. "Oh no. Don't," Julie said, feebly attempting to stop me without success. "Well, thanks," she said, accepting the gesture. Then she straightened her arm along the back cushion and rested her head on her shoulder.
Bunny hesitated on Baywatch, travelled two more channels ahead and then returned to the sun, sand and tight red bathing suits. "There! You see," she crowed, "Quality! And you wanted to hit the sack."
Julie looked from the TV to me and rolled her eyes. Then she dropped her head back onto her shoulder. "Ohhh, Bunny. I'm tired."
Taking a swig of Todd's beer, Bunny swung her arm around his neck and snuggled her face in towards his ear. I could barely hear them talking. "You like watching this, don't you?" she said, as she began to nibble on his neck.
"Bunny, we shouldn't have this on. The kid..." Todd's warning was interrupted when Bunny found a sweet spot on his neck. "Ahhh!" he cried.
I turned my head away from them immediately, but watching the jiggling on the TV seemed no less arousing... I mean, no less shameful. I was getting very hard.
"Bunny, don't," Todd tried to assert his authority, but Bunny's nibbling turned into smooching.
Julie had enough and shifted towards me on the couch. At the junction of our two cushions, she stretched out on her side and rested her head on my lap. "When you two are through, wake me up," she announced, brushing her fingers back through the soft, fine hair that had fallen across her face. I was a bit shocked to have her head suddenly in my lap, and I pushed back in my seat.
The tussling couple in the chair ignored her, and Bunny's kisses became wetter and louder.
Julie's head rested lightly on top of my leg and faced out towards the room. I could feel her cheekbone and ear on my thigh. My balls began to tingle as if her head had set off a proximity alarm, and my hard-on strained against the confining fabric of my pants.
