Unless stated otherwise, all characters are over the age of 18.
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Sept. '08
Simon watched as she lowered her mouth ever closer to his hard shaft. It was so stiff he thought it would burst from the pressure. When her tongue lightly grazed the tip, he felt certain that he would explode right there. Her smoldering eyes glanced up at him. He couldn't see her face, but knew she was smiling, enjoying the torture. Her red hair swayed in some unseen breeze.
"Too bad I can't finish this." she said. Simon looked perplexed. "It's time for you to get up." She moved away and melted into the darkness. He reached for her. . .
*****
"It's time for you to get up." A hand was gently shaking him. Still half asleep, he grabbed the hand and kissed it.
"Don't go." He mumbled. Mary flushed with embarrassment. Her son's alarm had been going off for the past ten minutes. Normally, Simon would have been up right away, but lately he had not been sleeping well. He constantly seemed to be in another world. For a kid that was usually so focused, this was quite a change.
Mary's embarrassment changed to excitement as her son kissed her hand. It had been three years since her divorce and at least two more years before that, since she had felt any kind of physical contact with a man. The sensual kisses from her son to her hand were causing Mary to lose her self-control.
This isn't right, she thought. He's your son. She still didn't move as his kisses moved up her arm. He started to pull her down onto his bed. That action caused her to pull away. She crossed Simon's room to his stereo and turned off his alarm. Moving away from him was probably the hardest thing she had ever done.
"HEY!!" Mary clapped her hands as she yelled. Simon seemed to come fully around at the sound. Seeing his mom, and feeling his hardness under his blanket, caused him to cover up a little more. Mary quickly realized that she had been staring at the tent formed under his blanket. She turned to the stairs, hopefully concealing the location of her stare.
"You're gonna be late if you don't get up now." Mary glanced back at her son. Just to be sure he was actually getting up she told herself. Her gaze lingered briefly as she sighed. She smiled at him. "Hurry up, sleepy-head."
"Yeah. Sorry, I'm getting up." The dream had been so real. Her hair, those eyes. The feeling of her skin still seemed to tingle on his lips. He could almost smell her in the room. He rubbed his face to wake himself.
Seeing the clock, Simon leapt into action. He dressed himself in record time. He was heading out the door with his sister when Mary stopped them.
"Come home right after school, you two. We're having company tonight and I need your help cleaning up the place."
"What? When was this set up?" Simon asked, confused.
"I've been talking about this since Wednesday. Our neighbors are coming over for a house warming party. I thought we could have a cookout while it's still nice out." Mary looked at Simon. "You've been so out of it lately, I'm not surprised you forgot."
"Just make sure you are home after school, okay? I'd like to make a good impression, since we'll be living here a while."
Simon and Cindy walked out to her car. Simon stopped momentarily as realization set in. Neighbors, he thought, that means the Holden's from next door. That means. . .
"You okay, bro?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah, fine. I'm still waking up I guess." Simon smiled weakly at his sister.
"Well, get in. We're almost late as it is."
*****
"So what are you doing tonight?" Freddie had met up with Simon at lunch as usual. "I once again have an invite to a really bad ass party. You up for it?"
"Sorry, my mom is apparently having a house warming party tonight. I have to be there, mores the pity." Simon replied. They sat down at the table with Sam and Leslie.
"Bummer, man. You really need to find some time to come out, dude. Otherwise you're gonna end up as a social outcast like the rest of these guys." Freddie gestured to the rest of the gang seated at the lunch table.
"This statement coming from 'Captain Outcast' himself. The only all-star on the team four years running." Sam gestured as well but with fewer fingers.
"That is why I get invited. It's good to be the king." Freddie smiled.
"Yeah, well, being the rookie on the team, I still get stuck doing the shit jobs." Simon began eating.
"If I was him," Leslie interjected "I'd want to stay home as well."
Sam and Freddie looked perplexed at this statement. Simon just hunched lower, knowing what was coming. "What do you mean?" Sam said.
"Don't you know?" Leslie stared back at both Sam and Freddie. "Simon lives next door to 'Miss Thang' herself." She looked at Simon. "You didn't tell them that did you?"
Simon swallowed loudly. "Gee look at the time. Only fifteen minutes till class. I better get going." He grabbed his tray and got up to leave.
"Hold on a minute, Pendelton. You mean to tell us that you've been living next to the hottest girl in school and never bothered to mention this?" Freddie sputtered. "And here I thought we were friends."
"I didn't deliberately deceive you. Call it an omission due to oversight. Plus I knew if I told you, my home would turn into 'Voyeur Central'." Simon gathered his things. "Besides, if you've got a party to go to, I'm sure she does as well and won't even be there."
*****
"Jodi." Sasha spoke up as her friend sat at the table. "Are you going to Bomber's party tonight? I heard his parents are going to be out of town till Sunday."
"Can't. I'm going with my parents to a house warming party." Jodi shifted nervously. She knew Sasha wouldn't leave it alone.
"Really? And just where is this 'party' taking place?" Sasha stared at Jodi. "Wait. Don't tell me. It's at HIS house, isn't it."
Jodi just sat there for a moment before nodding.
"You lucky bitch. You finally got the excuse you needed to introduce yourself." Sasha sat back. "Well, if you do hook up, you better dish later."
"Jesus, Sash, it's not like I'm going to an orgy. At the very least, my parents and his are going to be there. Besides, I doubt he's gonna make more than a token appearance, at best. I'll probably just shake his hand and that will be it." Jodi was hoping for it to be a little more than just that.
*****
Simon had been busy since he got home. He and Cindy had to go to the store to buy some last minute things. Simon then got stuck outside setting up the grill. It was an older grill, but Simon preferred using charcoal over gas anyways. The coals had taken on a nice glow when the doorbell rang.
"I got it, Ma." Yelled Cindy.
Simon looked in through the patio doors and saw the Holden family walk in. Mr. Holden, Greg as he would later find out, was about six feet tall and a bit over weight. He entered first with a warm smile and a bottle of red wine. Mrs. Holden, Pamela, was next at maybe five and a half feet tall and, while some might say pudgy, Simon would define her as curvy.
What surprised him the most was the last person who entered. He was surprised, though not displeased, to see Jodi. She was wearing a not-too-tight white sweater and black too-tight denim jeans. Her hair framed her face magnificently. He could discern just a small hint of make-up, nothing gaudy, just enough to enhance her looks all the more. He caught himself staring.
Damn Simon, he thought to himself. Get a grip. She probably won't even say hi. She has a boyfriend anyways so there's no shot there. Simon placed some burgers and brats on the grill, closed it, wiped his hands, and walked inside.
"And this is my son, Simon. I believe he's in your grade this year, Jodi." Mary introduced him to the Holden's, having come down while Simon wasn't looking. He shook hands with Mr. Holden.
"Quite a grip you've got there, son." Mr. Holden shook out his hand. Most of the men Simon had shook hands with had said similar things. It seemed like it was a test, just to gauge the strength of the other male. Simon got a brief hug from Mrs. Holden. "Just call me Pam." Simon liked her instantly.
"Hi. I'm Jodi. I don't believe we've been formally introduced." She stood there with her hand extended. Gingerly, Simon clasped her hand so as not to bruise her porcelain skin. "Simon." He gasped finally, expelling a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Pleased to meet you."
Jodi felt a slight jolt when he touched her hand. She hoped it wasn't just static electricity. He was actually a lot cuter up close, being only slightly taller than her. At that point another family was walking up to the door. Reluctantly, Jodi released Simon's hand. Simon then introduced himself to the Johnson's from across the street.
"If you will excuse me, I just put some food on the grill." Simon turned away to head outside. It was a little cooler outside and Simon needed it. Simon checked the meat then sat on the bench outside. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.
"Need help with anything?" Simon looked up, startled. Jodi was standing in the door way. "Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you." Her smile was like a sunrise to him.
"Uh, no. No problem, I just didn't hear you coming out." He stood up and checked the grill again. Anything so he didn't just sit there and stare.
"Sorry but I think I'm below the minimum age limit for your living room right now." She joked as she walked out. Simon looked back in and saw the 'adults' conversing.
"I see what you mean." He grinned and looked down. "Uh . . . can I get you something to drink?"
"A soda would be nice, whatever kind."
"No problem. I'll be right back." Simon left briefly. Jodi hoped that she didn't seem as nervous as he did. Her heart was beating rapidly as she sat down.
"Here you go." Simon returned with a can of Coke.
"Thank you." Jodi accepted the soda and drank. They sat in silence for a while.
"So. . ."