Ch. 03: Perform
Sally and Chris
Mrs. Benson, Alex's neighbor, was standing there with a measuring cup in her hand smiling at us like the cat that had just eaten the canary. "Your mom gave me the keys to the house in case of an emergency. She also told me if I needed anything I could feel free to come over and borrow it. I needed a cup of sugar for some baking I was doing. I knocked, but no one answered, so I assumed you were out and let myself in. And here you are, just hanging out." With that she look down at Alex's crotch; he followed her eyes and noticed that his cock was still sticking out of his boxers, albeit a little deflated due to the circumstances. He quickly stuffed his cock back in his boxers as I was desperately trying to blend in to the background. "Who's your friend?" she asked.
"Kyle, his name is Kyle. You aren't going to tell anyone what you saw are you?" Alex was visibly shaking at this point.
"Tell anyone? Hmmmm, I hadn't thought of that. Tell you what; why don't you to finish up here and come over to the house and we'll discuss it." With that she started to turn and leave, "Opps, I almost forgot," she said holding up the measuring cup. She walked over to the counter where the sugar jar was, filled her cup and started walking out. "See you boys, let's say, in half and hour?" With that, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.
When we heard the front door close, we looked at each other and I said, "Fuck, fuck, fuck; we're fucked! Is she going to tell your mom?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I guess we'll find out in a half an hour."
"You might find out. I'm getting the hell out of here."
"The hell you are! You owe me a blowjob. Now, if you want to suck my cock right now, then you can spilt. If not, you're coming with me. Anyway, didn't you see that mischievous grin on her face? Maybe she got turned on by what she saw. Maybe she's going to let us both fuck her. Did you take a look at her? She's pretty hot."
I couldn't believe the conversation we were having. A million thoughts ran through my head before I could respond. "Okay, okay; I'll go, but I've never been so humiliated in all my life."
"Hey, but did you like the blowjob?"
"Fuck, man; that was incredible. You've done that before."
"No way Jose. Like I said, I've watched that bitch suck that cock so many times that I became convinced that I could do just as good a job as she did." Alex smiled at me and I felt my cock start to stir again. "I guess I can," he added. "And don't think I'm not going to ask you to keep your end of the bargain, but right now, we've other things to do. Let's get cleaned up, dressed and head over to the Benson's and see what's going on in that pretty little head of hers.
With that, we put the food away and got dressed. I wiped my cum off my chest and cleaned up my boxers as well as I could, slipped on a shirt and shorts and in short order we were crossing the street and walking up to the Benson residence. Alex looked at me and said, "Ready Freddy?" I nodded and he knocked.
Mrs. Benson answered the door. With a knowing smirk on her face she invited us in. "Come on in, boys. Glad you could make it." Seeing her standing in the doorway, I realized how attractive she was. Not much taller than five feet and not much heavier than a hundred pounds, but what was there was very shapely. She had beautiful green eyes set off by her short brown hair.
She had changed her clothes since "catching us" in the kitchen β she now had on a pair of tight fitting shorts, barefoot, and a tee that was almost transparent; in fact, I could see that she was not wearing a bra as the nipples on her small breasts were pressing against the cotton material of the tee. Seeing her standing there smiling at us was causing my cock to stir. I watched her turn and walk away, leading us into the house. "Can I get you boys something to drink? A beer maybe or something stronger? My eyes were drawn to her ass, straining against the shorts she was wearing. She moved her ass in a way that made me feel like she knew exactly where we were looking. Alex elbowed me and grinned as we followed her into the house.
"Sure," Alex said. "A beer would be great." We had already had two beers a piece and I was already feeling a little buzz, but I chimed in my agreement. She led us into the living room, where Mr. Benson was reclining in a chair with a glass of amber liquid. "Hi Mr. Benson," Alex quipped.
"Call me Chris," he said while lifting his glass toward us in a welcoming manner. He looked at me and said, "You must be Kyle." I nodded in acknowledgement and he continued, "How was your first year of college?"
We took chairs opposite of Chris and began chit chatting about school as Mrs. Benson returned with our beers. "And, call me Sally," she added handing each of us a bottle of beer. She looked at me and winked before taking a seat on the sofa.
After a few minutes of banal conversation, Mr. Benson, I mean Chris said, "So, Sally tells me she rudely interrupted you two earlier."