*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Author's Note: I put this in 'Loving Wives' because Literotica does not have a 'Loving Girlfriends' category.
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"Michelle, quit that!" Michelle Theriot's mother hissed scornfully.
Michelle nearly squeaked when she realized she'd been pinching her right nipple while her other hand rubbed her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties.
She backed away from the kitchen window, face red with embarrassment and dashed to her room.
Marie Theriot glanced out the window, then smiled. Now she understood why her eighteen year old daughter had been standing in the kitchen, rubbing herself. There was a young man on a ladder, cleaning out Mrs. Ardoin's gutters. The young man's lithe body was apparent through the sweat soaked tee shirt and his backside did look scrumptious in the faded blue jeans.
"Know him?" Marie asked as Michelle, now dressed in blue jean cut offs and tight tee shirt returned to the kitchen.
"Uh huh," was Michelle's answer as she brushed out her long red hair.
"Well? He have a name? And how do you know him?" Marie pressed.
"Graham Unzelle; he's in my class," Michelle admitted, then squealed.
Marie looked back to see that Graham had nearly fallen from the high ladder. And when he'd slipped, a corner of Mrs. Ardoin's rusted gutter had snagged Graham's blue jeans and ripped them from knee to pocket. Thankfully, though, it did not appear that the rusted metal had pierced the youth's skin.
Michelle scampered outside.
"Hey, Graham, you all right?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, hey Michelle, what you doing here?" Graham asked, handsome face blushing furiously.
He was blushing because someone had seen his clumsiness.
He was also blushing because Michelle Theriot was an attractive young lady. And Graham had difficulty talking with attractive young women. He had a slight stutter when he talked; from an early age, his older brother had mocked him mercilessly, and then fellow schoolchildren had also tormented him. This of course only served to make his stutter that much worse.
"So, how much Mrs. Ardoin paying you do this?" Michelle asked as Graham got back to scooping the accumulated debris out of the gutters.
"Forty," Graham said.
It took a few Fs for him to say 'forty.'
"Why, that cheap old bitch!" Michelle screeched. "Superior Lawn Care told her it'd be two hundred!"
Graham's face fell when he realized he was being duped. Then he set his face and resolutely returned to the task at hand.
"You mind your own business," Mrs. Ardoin hissed at Michelle.
"What's your Bible say about cheating people, Miss Come To My Church And Hear The Word Of The Lord?" Marie snapped from behind her daughter.
The old woman scowled hatefully at the two Theriot women, then slammed her door shut.
"Why you even doing that?" Michelle asked Graham as she peered up at his torn open jeans.
From this angle, she could see flashes of his plain white briefs. Unfortunately, in her opinion, she could not see his package.
"Angelle's wanting this Omega watch," Graham said and finished the east side of the house.
"Then why are you doing it?" Michelle pressed as he came down the ladder.
"Told you, Angelle wants..." He said as he cropped the nearly full bag into the garbage can.
"But why are you doing that? Why isn't she the one out here busting her ass?" Michelle demanded. "She's one wants the watch."
Graham did not answer, just pulled the ladder around to the front of the house.
"Seriously, she's one wants this stupid watch; what about you?" Michelle asked as Graham returned to his work. "Why are you doing this?"
"Well, Angelle wants..." Graham started.
"No, Graham, what about you, huh? What you want?" Michelle again asked.
"Well, Angelle wants..." Graham said.
Michelle made sure her mother was out of earshot.
"Fuck what Angelle wants, all right, Graham," Michelle spat. "What about what you want, huh? What do you get out of this?"
"Well, I get to get her that watch and..." Graham said.
"You took her to Side By Side, didn't you?" Michelle said.
Graham smiled. Angelle Hebert had really wanted to go to the expensive steak house. He'd taken his birthday money and had taken the gorgeous strawberry blonde to the restaurant.
Afterward, she'd given him a soft kiss and thanked him for a wonderful evening.
"And the bitch got the Porterhouse, right," Michelle interrupted Graham's memory of that sweet kiss.
"How'd you know that?" Graham asked, surprised.
"Because she was all laughing about it the next day," Michelle snarled. "Got the twenty two ounce Porterhouse, what was it, eighty bucks? And took most of it home. You know who ate it?"
"I uh..." Graham stammered, feeling a knot in his belly.
"Tad Bell, that's who," Michelle said. "She makes you take her there, then she just gives the food to her fucking boyfriend."
"They broke up," Graham said.
"Bull fucking shit they broke up," Michelle said.
"Michelle! I raise you talk like that?" Marie yelled at her daughter.
"Sorry," Michelle said, pretty face obscured by her blush.
"No, no, she told me, they broke up," Graham defended.
"Yeah? Than why's she always sitting with him, huh? Cafeteria?" Michelle challenged.
"Says even though they broke up, they're still friends," Graham weakly offered.
"Graham, I bet you a million dollars she's at his house right now," Michelle said, gently touching his leg. "You out here, busting your ass and she's over there, laughing at you."
"No she ain't; I got a text message from her says she's at her Momma's house; it's her momma's weekend," Graham said.
"Graham, she makes you buy her all this stuff, take her places, and what you getting out of it?" Michelle asked. "Huh? You even get a kiss?"
"Well, yeah, we kiss all the time," Graham said.
"Uh huh, won't even let you touch her boobs, huh?" Michelle asked. "Know why? Her boyfriend says they his. Just like her..."
She looked around, but her mother was out of earshot again.
"...just like her pussy and her ass. They his," Michelle said.
Graham got down to move the ladder over another five feet. Michelle stopped him with a soft touch to his chest. Her ice green eyes peered into his warm brown eyes.
"I know four girls would just die for you take them anywhere, it don't got to be Side By Side," she said.
"Yeah? Who?" Graham retorted. "I asked Lori and Briah and..."
"God, like you the real bitches, huh?" Michelle said in disgust.
"Well then, who?" Graham challenged.
"Uh, Melanie Richards? Shelly Harris?" she counted off on her fingers.
"Shelly? She's black!" Graham protested.
"Half black," Michelle giggled. "And there's Stephanie don't call me "Steve" Straughter."
"No way!" Graham said, shook his head and went back up the ladder.
"Uh, why not? What's wrong with her?" Michelle hotly defended her friend.
"Uh, she's gorgeous?" Graham replied.
"Uh, and?" Michelle said.
Graham didn't answer, just busied himself with the task at hand.
"God, you're stupid," Michelle spat and stomped off.
"Go ahead, Graham, bust your ass for a bitch don't even give a shit about you," she screamed
Before slamming her door shut.
"He know you're in love with him?" Marie asked as her daughter stomped through the house.
"I am not; he's too stupid," Michelle denied.
When Graham finished, Mrs. Ardoin glumly gave him eighty dollars in crumpled old bills. Michelle stood behind the sweating Graham and smirked at the sour old woman.
"I'm on a fixed income," the woman snarled at Michelle before slamming her door shut again.
"Uh huh, that's why there's a brand new beamer in your driveway, right?" Michelle retorted.
"Come on; need show you something," Michelle said and grabbed his large hand.
Graham was uncomfortable. Michelle was very attractive, with her long red hair, sweet smile and substantial chest. He'd often fantasized about getting up the courage to ask her out. His fantasies ran the gamut from kissing, to having wild sex.
Then Angelle Hebert had cornered him in the library, pressed him against a shelf and given him a soft kiss.
"Tad and I broke up," she whispered. "Want to take me to La Scalia's?"
"Got your phone with you?" Michelle asked as she unlocked the car door.
"Yeah," Graham said, not wanting to get into her car, get her seat soiled with his sweaty body.
"Send her a text; see what's she doing?" Michelle ordered as she started the car.
"Hey, what you doing?" Graham spoke and then hit send.
Michelle drove to Bentley Street, a lower-middle class neighborhood in Bender, Louisiana.
Angelle's reply was that she and her mother were shopping at the Courtyard Mall in Pinoak.
"Then what's her car doing there?" Michelle asked, pointing to Angelle's white Toyota Camry.
"Then what's your car doing..." Graham started to respond.
Michelle slapped the phone out of his hand.
"Hey!" Graham yelled.
"Don't, Stupid," Michelle spat. "Use this to your advantage!"
"Where are we anyway?" Graham asked.
"Uh, duh, that's Thaddeus Bell's house," Michelle said as she parked on the curb next to Angelle's car.
She got out of the car, hunkered down and scampered around. Graham could see her as she knelt down next to the passenger side of Angelle's car. He could not see what Michelle was doing.
Then she quickly got back into the car and drove away. At the corner of Bentley and Romero, Michelle pulled up to a small house and honked her horn. A moment later, Shelly Harris came skipping out and clambered into the back seat.
"What up Girl?" she said.
"Called Shelly, she's one told me Angelle's car's been there since nine this morning," Michelle admitted.
Graham hung his head. The trio drove around for a few minutes, then Michelle pulled up to Clark's Drive-In diner.
"Ooh, get me a..." Shelly started.
"Large strawberry malt," Michelle finished.
An attractive blonde skated out, took their order; Michelle forced Graham to accept a chocolate malt, then skated away.
"Girl, couldn't pay me skate around ass all hanging out and stuff," Shelly stated as they watched the girl's buttocks in the short red shorts.
"Uh huh," Michelle agreed.
"You uh, what you mean, use it to my advantage?" Graham asked as the girl returned, tray holding three tall malt glasses.
"Huh? Oh, that," Michelle said and gave the girl a twenty dollar bill.
"Next time Angelle says 'Oh Graham, Honey, take me to Side By Side' just ask her what's in it for you," Michelle coached. "Next time she says she wants a fancy ass watch, ask her what about what you want. See what she says."
