(All persons involved in sexual activity in this story are consenting adults, over the age of 18. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental).
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Faced with a possible layoff, my older brother accepted a sudden transfer to an office in Southern California; about 5 hours. Even with the enticement of a new home near the beach, my brother's only child, my nephew, really wanted to stay in his childhood town of Las Vegas and finish up his senior year in high school.
Jason had just turned 18, had excellent grades, and was a multi-sport athlete and a very responsible young man. All that made it easy for me, a 35 year old, lifelong bachelor, to invite him to live with me and finish high school. Welcome to parenting.
My house was the perfect place for the two of us to live. It was a large, spacious home with 3 bedrooms upstairs; giving us plenty of room to each have a bedroom and an office to share for work and studies. Downstairs was the ultimate man cave with an 80" TV and powered recliners, and the pool, hot tub and pool house (complete with a tiki bar) in the backyard topped it off.
Jason wasn't a partier by any stretch, but he certainly enjoyed having friends over to use the pool, BBQ, and have fun. As a good "parent", I made sure to have contact with the parents of the other people coming over in case they had any questions of concerns. I have to say, I was a pretty good, surrogate, dad.
The most frequent visitors were Jason's girlfriend, Jordan, and her best friend, Sarah. Jordan and Sarah had both graduated the year before and, at 19 years old, were attending the local junior college here in Vegas. I let them come and go as much as they wanted; and Jordan routinely spent the night with my brother's permission, when Jason didn't have too much school work.
Avoiding any serious relationships, and just enjoying life, I had a very active social and sex life and plenty of womanly attention around. However, it wasn't hard to notice how gorgeous Jordan and Sarah were as they pranced around the pool deck and through the house, usually sporting a bikini or very appealing one-piece bathing suit. The windows on the upstairs bedrooms looked down on the pool deck and more than a time or two I gazed lustfully at the girls as they laid out in the sun. Oh how I wished to be that young again and have my shot at young women like that; they didn't seem to look like that when I was growing up.
Time flew by that year and, before I knew it, there was a horde of people in town for Jason's graduation. He had earned a full-ride scholarship for baseball to a university in Northern California and would be leaving in July to start training for fall ball. Jason and Jordan continued to see each other over the summer, but with the understanding that when he left for school they would end their serious relationship to avoid having it collide with the goals they had individually.
Later that summer, Jason's going away party was held at my place and was a bittersweet moment. I was immensely proud of my nephew and excited for the future that was ahead of him, but I was also sad to be losing my "son". I knew when Jason was on break from school he'd head to his parent's new beach home. He and I had become close and I knew I'd miss him; and the fun-loving pervert in me knew I'd also be losing Jordan and Sarah as regular visitors.
As the party was winding down, I went into the kitchen to start cleaning up a little and Jordan came in bringing some dirty dishes. "I got those Jordie," I said calling her by the nickname I had given her.
"Thanks Steve. It was a really great party," she said.
"Yes. It was a great party to end all the parties I guess," I said sadly.
"What do you mean by that," she asked?
"Well, you know. With all of you gone, I'll go back to being a lonely bachelor."
"You are hardly a lonely bachelor, Stevie. You probably can't wait to have us all out of here so you can resume a parade of sexy guests in and out of your place," Jordie said flirtatiously.
"Whatever. I'll still miss seeing you and hearing all the laughing. You guys are really amazing young adults, Jordan, and I'll miss you," I said getting slightly choked up.
"Awwwww. That's really sweet Steve. But, Sarah and I can still come visit every once in a while. I have your cell number and you have mine, so let's connect okay," she said as she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Come visit every once in a while," I thought to myself, "Hell, you can move in if you want."
I went back to cleaning up the kitchen while a few people were left quietly chatting in the backyard. I finished up, turned out a few lights, encouraged those still visiting to stay as late as they wanted, and I headed upstairs to crash. As I covered the last few stairs and turned down the hall, I nearly ran over Sarah as she came out of the upstairs bathroom.
"Oh god, sorry Sarah. I didn't see you," I said as we both jumped.
"Oh my god, yes, you scared me. I'm so sorry Steve. Someone was using the bathroom downstairs and so I made myself at home and came up to use this one. Sorry about that."
"Don't be silly Sarah. You are always welcome here."
"That's very nice," Sarah started in, "Jordan said you invited us over anytime we wanted and I can assure you we'll take you up on that offer. Jason was only part of the reason we like to come over." And with that, she gave me a hug and headed downstairs.
"My heart be still," I thought as I headed to bed. The attention I got from Jordan and Sarah in the last hour made me horny as hell. Having no fuck buddies to call up at the moment, I did what is always available; looked up some free porn on my phone and jacked off until I released a stream of sperm anyone would be proud of.
I was surprised how fast time has flown. Before I knew it, even the weather in Las Vegas had cooled off a bit. I was keeping up with Jason on social media and, as Facebook friends, occasionally seeing a post between Jordan, Sarah, and Jason. Seeing them made me realize, their idea of coming over was probably just a polite thing to say.
Mid-October came along and the forecast for the upcoming weekend was going to have afternoon highs spike back over 100 degrees; even a little warm for Vegas this time of year. I was mulling over tee time possibilities for my Saturday round of golf when I settled on an early morning time to avoid the worst of the day's heat. As I was doing that, my phone buzzed to life with a text message:
Jordan: "Hey Steve. 'Sup?"
Me: "Not much Jordie. How are you?"
Jordan: "Great. What are you up to Saturday? Sarah and I wanted to come swim."
Me: "I'm golfing that morning. You know where the key is. Enjoy yourself."
Jordan: "You're so sweet. Thank you."
Well, there you go. At least I wasn't totally forgotten by the dynamic, babe duo of Jordan and Sarah. If my luck held, maybe they would still be here when I returned from golfing.
Friday, I made sure and head to the store and stock the fridge in the pool house bar with their favorite snacks and drinks. Saturday morning, I left them a note in the kitchen: "Hey Girls. Enjoy the house as if it yours. Snacks and drinks in the pool house. Hope you can stick around until I get back. The old man would love to see his girls. : )"
Saturday morning as I teed off, I knew my golf game would suffer. I played much faster, and distracted by thoughts of two beautiful, bathing suit wearing babes in my backyard, I couldn't concentrate long enough to make a decent shot. As we made the turn between the 9th and 10th hole, my golf buddy said to me, "Shit Steve. What is with you today? I'm kicking your ass."
"Sorry man. I just have some stuff on my mind."
"Is everything okay," he asked?
"Very good," I laughed, "I'll do better."
I was fortunate to not get pulled over on my way home; driving at a "get home to see babes" type of speed. As I pulled onto my street, my heart jumped with joy. Jordan's signature, red Jeep was still parked in front of my house. I hit the garage opener, pulled into the garage, and popped into the house. I drank copious amounts of water during my round of golf as it well into the 90's and so, before bouncing outside to see Jordan and Sarah I darted upstairs to relieve myself.
As I came out of my master bath, I glanced out my window and down to the pool deck and just about fell over. Sarah was laying on her stomach, topless, with bright pink, thong bottoms. All 5' 1" of Sarah is highlighted by her ass that is so well-rounded and bubbly that it practically looks fake. Her firm, probably 34C tits were buried in the chaise lounge. Many times I had wondered what she looked like without clothing and this was by far the closest I had come to that being a reality. She had never dressed this way in the past.
And, it got better than that. Jordan was also topless, but laying on her side, facing Sarah while they talked, and I could see a full view of her tits. She was small, probably 32B, but they were the incredibly perky, puffy, big-nippled tits that are made for porn. She was wearing fluorescent green bikini bottoms and I could only hope they were also a thong.
"Oh shit," I thought as I was almost caught gawking at them. I pulled back from the window, and sunk to the floor as Jordan got up to walk over to the pool house to get a drink; showing me that in fact her bottoms were a thong pulled way up her ass.
As she was further away from Sarah now, and talking a bit louder, I could easily hear what Jordan was saying, "Yes, I'm serious. I saw his entire cock and it was hard and huge."
"You're full of shit," Sarah said.
"No I'm not. I was spending the night with Jason and, later in the night when Steve must have thought we were asleep, he came out to the hot tub wearing nothing. Jason was snoring and I was looking out that window right up there," Jordan said as she pointed up to the house.
"You lucky bitch. I would give anything to see his big dick. And I'd give even more to have him bring me to orgasm with it," Sarah said with a devious laugh.
"Holy shit," I thought to myself as my dick started to harden.
"Jordan, truth or dare," Sarah started?
"Ha ha. Okay. Truth," Jordan replied.
"Have you fantasized about him since then," Sarah asked?
"Fuck yes. Several times. Even a few times when Jason and I were having sex," Jordan said, "Truth or dare, Sarah?"
"Truth," Sarah accepted.
"Would you let him be the person that takes your virginity," Jordan asked?
"What the fuck," I thought. "Sarah is a virgin? Oh jeez. Wow. The guy that eventually gets her fresh pussy will be the luckiest man alive."
"Hmmmm. I can't think of anyone better to do it. Sure," Sarah replied and they both laughed.
