I came in from my run around 8. It was 88 degrees out, pretty cool for a Texas August, but still hot enough to get me sweating after my daily jog.
I plugged my phone into my radio, high energy Chopin beginning to pour out of the speakers.
'Ah,' I thought, pulling my sweat drenched clothes off. 'Nothing beats starting the day with classical music.'
I took my shower, fingering myself to climax in the warm stream. I turned down the water, spending an extra few minutes just to cool off.
I got out of my shower, freshly pleasured and clean, and went straight to my favorite spot to lounge around naked; my living room.
I checked my email and social media, spammed out with 'Happy 18th!' messages, then just let my music play as I grabbed a book, lay back, and prepared to do nothing all day...
The sound of keys rattling in the lock woke me up. 'Damn, I fell asleep on the couch again,' I thought as I stood to race to my room to dress. But I was too late.
My track coach, Ryan Dbo, stood in my doorway. 'Dammit!' I thought. I had given him keys to my house because I would fall asleep on the way back from meets, and it's not easy to wake me up. Coach Dbo could just take me home and bring me in with a key.
Instead of running to my room like I had planned, I just stood there, completely naked, watching my coach, older than me by a good 16 years, look me up and down, over and over. I finally came to my senses and grabbed the throw blanket on the sofa, wrapping it around me. That seemed to pull Ryan out of his daze. He looked away, a soft blush crawling across his face. It just made the man even more attractive to me, and I could feel myself getting hot.
"Um, Riley, I just, uh, I just wanted to come over to wish you a happy birthday," he stammered, obviously flustered and seemingly unaware of the ever growing bulge in his pants, which only made me even hotter. "So, how, um, how old are you now?"
"Oh, I turned 18 today," I sighed, still awfully sleepy.
"18, really?" The bulge grew more. He saw me staring and moved his hands down to cover it (rather unsuccessfully, I might add).
"Yeah. I actually just woke up from my nap. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go put, um, something on," I said as I backed out of the room to the hall.
I reached the hall and, once out of sight from the living room, I turned and dashed up to my room. I left the door open, part of me wanting Ryan to follow me, another part praying he wouldn't.