Author's Note: This an old one of my stories, which had been flagged to confirm character ages. I didn't realize it had been flagged until a number of readers emailed me to ask where the story had gone. In resubmitting it, I have not changed the story except to clarify that all characters are, in fact, 18 years old or older.
*** Arriving at Home ***
Where were those damn house keys? In the darkness of my brother's front porch, I couldn't find them in my backpack.
When my brother decided to go to the local college, he somehow conned our parents into buying a row-house in the student ghetto and letting him stay there for free. He had convinced them that it was a great investment opportunity, but in reality, it was his way of getting out from under their ultra-conservative, fundamentalist dictatorship.
My glasses were misting up from the evening fog, and with the dim porch light, I couldn't see inside my bag.
My brother and I had "survived" my parents' rule differently. He had always rebelled, and my parents, I believe, facilitated his moving out in order to avoid the inevitable confrontations that would have occurred at home.
Inside a backpack pocket, my hand ploughed through the detritus of my student life -- pens, pencils, personal organizer, floppy disks... but no keys.
I, on the other hand, had been molded into a quiet, shy novitiate of their conservative order. In school, I was obsessively studious and typically joined a predictable selection of "goody-goody" extra-curricular groups. I had even taken to coming directly home every night and never dating. It was just easier that way -- I didn't have to confront either my parents' disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.
All right, I give up on the keys. I was just going to have to hope that Todd hadn't gone to bed yet. Closing up my bag and adjusting my glasses, I knocked on the door.
Now that I was 18, I was determined to make the most of my brother's haven. He was a pain in the ass some of the time, but when I went to stay for the weekend, he generally left me alone -- he knew what I was faced with at home. I even had a bedroom of my own there, except when one of his friends needed to "sleep it off."
I raised my arm to knock again. Suddenly, the door flew open, held by an official-looking woman wearing a brown leather jacket and mirrored aviator glasses -- I guess it was those accoutrements that gave her an official bearing. Otherwise, she was "quite the babe." She had long, wavy, raven black hair; a close-fitting, white, sleeveless T-shirt; and snug, low-riser jeans. Her tight-fitting clothes made obvious that she had a toned, ample body and impressively erect nipples on perky, medium-sized breasts.
"Identify yourself!" she commanded.
"Pardon me?" I asked, bewildered at her presence.
"What is your business here, sir?" she interrogated me.
"I... I... I live here." I stammered. "Well, I don't actually live..."
"Sir, step inside and show me some ID."
I took a faltering step in behind the closing door and fumbled for my wallet. "Is Todd all right?" I handed her my student card.
"Why would you ask that, sir?" she asked with suspicion in her voice. "I haven't said anything about Mr Henderson's status."
"No, it's just that..."
"Sir, this picture doesn't resemble you."
"Well, the day that they..."
"Sir, I'm going to ask you to turn around and lean against the door."
"But... but... now listen here, I don't even know..."
"Sir!" she became insistent. "I'm not going to ask you again!"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied obediently and nervously assumed the position. "Could you..."
"Sir, I don't need you to talk right now." Her hands landed on my shoulders. "You'll be answering plenty of questions soon enough." Her hands travelled down my back, and then, as they returned up my sides, they suddenly gripped a ticklish zone.
"Aaah!" I exclaimed and jerked reflexively.
"Sir, you're moving." She grabbed my elbows and slapped my hands back onto the door. I thought that I heard a muffled noise in the background. She continued patting me down. Reaching my backside, she grabbed onto my butt cheeks and gave them a little jiggle. Something wasn't right about that technique. I heard that same noise in the distance.
Next, she reached around to my front and deliberately grabbed my crotch. I jumped. "Sir, what have you got concealed here!!" Her hand grasped firmly on my penis through my pants and then moved down to juggle my balls. I felt her fingers reach up and grip my zipper.
"Give the poor kid a break!" That definitely came from the living room and was my brother's voice... with a laugh. "You are too much, Bunny!" Bunny?
Bunny backed away and removed her glasses. Bunny? "You ruined it. I had him going." She poked me in the ribs as I turned around. "I had you sooo going!" Then she leaned in to me, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and danced a little victory dance into the living room, clapping her hands over her head. What the hell was going on?
I followed the unfamiliar woman into the living room. Bunny danced over to the couch and flopped onto my brother, who was hunched over with laughter. When the giggles settled down, Bunny jumped up and pulled on my arm. "Come on, sexy. Sit down with us. I'll finish your strip search later." My momentum landed me on the couch almost on top of her.
My brother turned to me. "Dude, this is Bunny, my new friend from school."
"Bunny?" I had to ask, "Is that your real name?"