"Hey Paige, guess who's staying at your Aunt Karen's house?" My mom teases as she sets her work things down.
"Who?" I ask curiously.
"Isaiah." She wiggles her eye brows at me.
My heart just about stops as my jaw drops open. I can't believe it, Isaiah will be at my Aunt's house! My heart begins to race, wondering what I should where to go over for my cousins twentieth birthday party.
"You're kidding! Why? When's he coming? Will he be there for Shane's party?" I bombard her, my excitement just barely contained.
"Calm down." My mom laughs. "His mom and Grandfather have to leave town for the month and your Aunt volunteered her house since she knows how much you like him. He'll be dropped over tomorrow at noon so yeah, he'll be there for Shane's party."
I jump up off the couch and run into my room, needing to pick out just the right outfit for tomorrow. Oh, and also needing an excuse to go to my Aunt's house tomorrow!
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I wake up extra early to grab a shower. As I step into the hot water, I can't stop thinking about Isaiah. I close my eyes and picture him in my minds eye. He has thick, curly, black hair about an inch high, soft brown eyes that make you want to melt, creamy colored skin that resembles coffee with too much milk, a broad chest, abbs to die for, and a baby face that makes every girl want to faint.
Without realizing it, I'd absent mindedly reached my hand down to slowly stroke my pussy. My warm liquids flow down my thigh as I reach up and find my clit. I rub my hand in a quick and vigorous circle over my engorged button, bringing myself to a quick and intense orgasm. I lean against the shower wall, panting a bit from the exertion. I quickly wash myslef then jump out.
I throw a pair of black jean shorts on, stopping three quarters of the way from my knee, and a pale green tank top that gives a generous view of my small, 32B breasts when I bend over. I put a bit of mascara, eye liner on my chocolate brown eyes and long brown lashes. My lip gloss is carefully applied before I run styling moose through my dark red/brown, curly hair to make sure it doesn't frizz out like usual.
When I finally decide I don't look too horrible, I grab the phone and call my Aunt Karen's house.
"Hello?" My cousin Shane answers the phone.
"Hey, I was wondering if maybe I could come over and play with Bentley today? I haven't seen him in so long." I ask, referring to his month old son.
I sometimes go over to play with him and watch him for Shane and Dee since they're so young and need breaks every once in a while.
"Sure. But someone's going to be coming over around twelve-twelve thirtyish. Has your mom told you about my mom offering our house to someone she hasn't even seen since God-knows when?" Shane asks, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Yeah, I actually go to school with him." I say calmly.
"Oh really?" Shane's voice changes to the overprotective, older cousin I've grown to love and hate.
"Shane, I'm fifteen years old. I can take care of myself." I sigh.