Bounce 3

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself with the use of Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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It was a scene he was used to seeing. He didn't like seeing the scene play out; a group of teenagers coming in. loud, excited. And one of the group would wind up excluded, sitting by themselves on the sideline while their friends cavorted about on the trampolines. Or the wall. Or the rope course.

He supposed some would call the girl plain; the more heartless would actually call her ugly. She was bone-thin, with pimples competing with freckles for space on her narrow face. He'd seen them come in and had noticed her right away. He'd noticed her because of her extremely thin physique, knee-length reddish-orange hair and beautiful eyes. Her happy smile had revealed teeth a tad too large for her face and her snug sweater revealed breasts a little too big for her frame.

Within minutes of their arrival, though, the boy that had brought her had abandoned her; his attention was on a chubby little brunette. Randy shook his head; the brunette clearly did not care for the young man, treating him to her cold sneer and dismissive words. But still the brash young man persisted.

"We uh, we're closing in about thirty minutes," Randy said to the forlorn red head.

"Huh? Oh, oh okay. Wonder if Stevie knows that," she mumbled, sitting up and looking around for Stevie and the brunette and the five others in her group.

"They're over by the climbing wall," Randy said. "So, where you know Stevie from?"

"Huh? Oh, he, he's in my Algebra class," she said, looking over to where Stevie was struggling to impress the unimpressed brunette.

"He always a jerk like that?" Randy asked.

"I, I guess," she mumbled, head hanging down after witnessing Stevie's antics.

"You know, in about ten years? He's going to look back and realize what an incredible horse's ass he is," Randy said, keeping an eye on a group of young boys that were clearly harassing another young boy.

Until they got physical, Randy could not do anything. But the moment one of the boys put their hands on their victim, he would gladly eject them from the building. And he would ban them from the trampoline park for the next six months.

One of the boys looked over and saw Randy. He immediately ceased with his taunting and pointedly told the others to cease.

"It's good to be the King," Randy muttered, smiling to himself as the boys reacted to his presence.

"Huh?" the girl asked.

"Hmm? Oh, it's a quote from an old Mel Brooks' movie. It's good to be the king," Randy said.

"No, no. I've seen that movie. 'History of the World Part One,'" she said. "What you said about Stevie."

Randy thought back to his own high school days, thought back to Bernice Smith, a bone-thin Asian-American girl that had harbored a not so secret crush on Randy Davis. Randy had an ill-fated crush on Kate Lynn Brodt; the stereotypical blonde head cheerleader though.

He and Bernice had gone on a few dates and had made use of the back seat of his mother's sedan, losing their virginity to each other. But, Kate Lynn showed some interest in Randy and Randy had abruptly dropped Bernice to pursue Kate Lynn.

"Saw Bernice at our tenth year reunion," Randy said, eyes looking far away.

"And?" the red head asked after a long moment of silence.

"Still Bernice," he smiled sadly. "Still skinny as a rail, still fighting, and losing the war on that acne. And still had the biggest heart imaginable. Even after the shitty way I treated her she came up and gave me a big hug and dragged me over so I could meet her husband. Nice guy. I mean, Craig Peters was, is a really nice guy. And it was obvious how crazy they were about each other. I really lost out on a great thing."

"Kate Lynn?" the red head persisted. "You see her there?"

"My ex-wife? And husband number three? Yeah, I saw her there too," Randy let a genuine smile crease his face at that memory. "Both of them were over at the bar, trying to drink it dry."

He lost the smile and strode over to help a young mother, or possibly older sister as she tried to console a boy that had unfortunately had the wind knocked out of him. Together, the young woman and Randy assured the boy that he would be fine. Randy even made the woman smile when he told the boy that 'every hit you take? Adds another inch to you.'

""Look at me," Randy said, stretching to his full six feet two inches. "Now, think of all the hits I had to take, huh, Tiger?"

"I wish his Daddy would talk to him like that instead of always coddling him," the woman confided as 'Tiger' decided to try bouncing again.

"Yes ma'am," Randy said, not knowing what else to say.

"Twenty minutes!" Randy bellowed, pointing to the large digital clock over the check-in counter. "Twenty minutes!"

"So, where are you going after you get out of here?" Randy asked as the red head stood, glaring at Stevie, the brunette and their other friends.

"He thinks we're going to Mama Roma's Pizza but I got news for him," the red head snapped. "I ain't paying. Let Carlie pay for him."

"I take it Carlie's the little brown-haired pug?" Randy said.

"Yeah," the red head giggled at his description of the petite brunette. "She does kind of look like one of them pugs, don't she?"

"Hell of a way to spend your Valentine's Day," Randy said, glancing over at the clock again.

"Yeah," the girl agreed. "Knew I should've drove. I'd just leave his butt here."

"Who did drive?" Randy asked, smiling as the young mother and 'Tiger' waved to him.

"Brent," the red head said, pointing to another young man that could be Stevie's twin.

"Hmm. Brothers?" Randy deduced.

"Cousins," the girl said.

Randy noticed that Brent was also trying to impress Carlie. Carlie had the sneer and the posture down pat. She would treat Stevie and Brent with scathing contempt until she wanted something. Then she would turn on the charm.

"Such as a ride. Or pizza. Or entry into the trampoline park," Randy thought then loudly announced fifteen minutes until closing.

"Well, I guess I'll see you," the girl said, ambling toward the entrance.

"Hey, I uh, you want," Randy asked, flaming bright red.

"Yeah?" the red head asked as Carlie and the other girl made a bee-line to the bathroom.

"You want, I can run you on home, or Mama Roma's or wherever," Randy offered.

"Huh?" the girl asked, mouth open in surprise.

"I mean, unless you'd rather be with Brent and Stevie," Randy suggested.

"Good God almighty; you have any idea how creepy you sound?" Randy chided himself as he waited for the girl's response.

"I uh, you sure?" the girl asked, stepping closer to Randy.

He knew he was handsome; he stood at six feet, two inches, packing two hundred pounds of well-defined muscles. The bright red shirt with the trampoline park's logo on the left breast seemed to emphasize his curly mop of blond hair, square face and bright blue eyes. The cream colored coach's shorts hugged his taut buttocks and muscled thighs and gave some definition to his bulge.

"'Bout time! Jeez; was going send someone in see if you'd fallen in," Stevie teased Carlie and the other girl when they finally came out of the restroom.

"Hey, Spot," Brent sneered as they approached the door. "Come on; we're leaving."

Randy pursed his lips in disapproval of the insulting name. He saw the red head flame angrily at the insulting nickname.

"Uh, that's all right. Y'all go on ahead," she snapped.

"What? Aw, come on, Madison, shit," Stevie snapped, angered at Madison's sudden display of assertiveness.

"Five minutes," Randy yelled, even though Stevie, Brent, Carlie, the other girl and a scrawny young man were the only ones left in the building, other than himself and Madison.

"Madison, come on. We're going to Mama Roma's, remember?" Carlie ordered.

"That's okay. Y'all go on ahead," Madison said.

"Uh? Uh, you're supposed..." Carlie snapped, angered at being refused.

"Uh? I'm supposed pay for y'all? And if I'm lucky I might get a piece?" Madison snapped. "Know what? That's okay. Think I'll pass."

"Aw, come on, Madison. What? Why you being like that?" Stevie snarled, stepping toward the girl.

Madison stepped back. Randy stepped forward. For the first time, Stevie seemed to notice Randy's presence. His flat brown eyes opened in surprise.

"Thanks a lot, Madison! Thanks a lot! Completely ruined Valentine's Day for all of us. Thanks a whole hell of a lot," Carlie shrilled.

Good night," Randy said.

With more insults and a few veiled threats of retaliation, the quintet left the building. Randy locked the door behind them. Stepping behind the counter, he tapped on the computer's keyboard and started the shut-down sequence. Madison looked on in wonder as the various lights shut off, one after the other in sequence.

"Cool!" she said as the only remaining light illuminated herself and Randy.

"Motion detection," Randy smiled. "Watch this."

He had her stand completely still right by the counter. Then he walked across the floor. He laughed at Madison's elated squeal as light after light popped on, showing exactly where he was. And, as he stepped out of one field, that light shut off and the next one came on. She then squealed as her own light shut off.

"Come on; I'm parked in the back," Randy called out.

Madison giggled as she led her very own light show procession from counter to where Randy stood. He had her stand by the rear door while he quickly checked the two restrooms. Then he approached her and punched the code into the alarm system.

"Not worried about anyone stealing anything," Randy said, pushing the door open to a chilly February night. "More worried about vandalism. There's all kind of sick weirdos out there."

A very cold gust of wind from the foothills suddenly buffeted them. The breeze brought the faint scent of pine trees with it. Despite the near arctic blast of wind, Randy breathed deep of the fresh clean air.

"Yeah," she agreed, falling into step with him as he approached the lone vehicle parked in the rear parking lot.

"So, Mama Roma's?" he asked, unlocking the passenger door of the Ford Focus.

"Huh? You, you okay with that?" she asked.

His car had been in a flood; the electrical system had experienced minor shorts so the key fob did not work on the door locks. He manually opened the door and held it open for her.

If they were more familiar with one another, he would have unlocked his door and reached across to unlock her door. Or, if she had been one of his buddies, he would have unlocked his door, started the car, fiddled with the stereo system, adjusted the car's AC/Heating system, cranked up the music to drown out his buddy rapping on the car's window... In short, he would have been a jerk. Instead, he unlocked her door and waited until she was in before shutting the door for her.

"I like their Tuscany," Randy agreed.

Pulling her cell phone from her jeans' pocket, Madison looked up the Mama Roma's menu. Reading the description of the Tuscany pizza, she nodded her head in agreement. Pursing her lips in disapproval, she deleted several text messages from her phone; Randy assumed they were from her former friends.

Over a large Tuscany Pizza on cracker crust, Randy learned that Madison April Roberts was eighteen years old, was a senior at William Blount High School and was living with her aunt. Aunt Heloise was not abusive, but was not very warm and welcoming either.

Randy wondered if he should have ordered an extra-large; Madison ate like she'd not eaten in days. Then he remembered, she had just shared that there were six people living in Aunt Heloise's trailer home. Maybe she hadn't eaten in days.

"So, where? I mean, you're essentially an orphan, living with your aunt," Randy said, pointing to the laminated advertisement for Mama Roma's Valentine's Day desserts.

"Oh! I, I can get a cinnamon sundae?" Madison asked hopefully.

"Absolutely. But, I'm getting the hot brownie pie. And I promise you, I'm going sit here and eat every bite and I'm going be telling you all about how good it is and you wish you'd gotten it but no, you had have that cinnamon sundae," Randy teased, smiling as the waitress giggled.

The waitress promised Madison that the cinnamon sundae was a million times better than the hot brownie pie. For a split second, Randy did watch the voluptuous olive skinned girl's buttocks as she walked toward the kitchen. Then he focused his attention on the smug expression on Madison's face. He smiled widely and she giggled.

"What? You, you believe her? You going sit there and tell me you going believe her?" Randy accused.

"Well, she DOES work here," Madison stated imperiously.

"But, seriously, how? Where'd you get the money to pay for all of y'all to come to the park? And then were supposed pay for this place?" Randy asked.

"I get an allowance. See, when my momma was killed?" Madison said.

"And those little ass wipes are sitting there taking advantage of you," Randy thought to himself as Madison explained how the lawyers had set everything up after the settlement.

"What? You ain't no better," Randy reminded himself. "She's just a kid; she's eighteen years old, fucking cradle robber."

The cinnamon sundae was good. She let him have a taste and he agreed; it was good. He made her laugh uproariously when he offered her a very tiny bite of the pie and vanilla ice cream. With a wide smile, he gave her a second, much larger spoonful of his dessert.

"Oh man! Next time? Next time I'm getting that, okay?" Madison said.

"Like I care what you get next time," Randy thought.

Then he felt an odd hollowness at that thought. He felt a surge of anger toward the young, callow youth, most likely Stevie that would be taking this sweet young lady to Mama Roma's. He resented the young man that would enjoy a pizza that she would be paying for, a dessert she would be paying for. And then afterward, he would most likely coerce her into the back seat of the car.

"Bernice," he thought.

"Okay. Next time, you're getting the hot brownie pie," he smiled and she smiled widely. "But I'm getting the triple chocolate threat."

"It won't be as good," she said smugly.

Suddenly the restaurant was packed; a basketball game had just let out. The two waitresses were swamped by the new arrivals and their waitress hurriedly brought the check to Randy, apologizing.

"Nothing to apologize for," he assured the waitress and helped Madison to her feet.

They stood at the cash register, waiting for the manager. The short, pot-bellied man was doing his part to assist the two waitresses, so Randy did not grow impatient. He knew full and well what it meant to be suddenly overwhelmed by a large crowd with not enough people.

He looked down at the short, slender red head when she clutched his left arm in her two arms. He stood at six feet two inches so guessed that Madison was five two, maybe five three in height. When she put her small head against his bicep, Randy leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

The kiss had been an impulse movement; he'd not thought about it. Impulse or not, Madison let out an elated sigh and clutched his left arm tighter against her somewhat large chest.

"Sorry, sorry," the man apologized, scurrying to the cash register.

"It is no problem," Randy assured the man. "But it does look like our boys won."

He did pencil in a twenty percent gratuity for the waitress; she'd been extremely attentive to their wants. And, she seemed to sense that there were two people at the table; he'd been in some restaurants where the waitress paid attention to him, all but ignoring his female guests.

Outside, they were once more buffeted by a large gust of wind that caused the large American flag in front of the post office across the street to flutter and whip noisily. Madison let out a squeak and Randy agreed that it was pretty cold.

He leaned around her to unlock the passenger door. She suddenly twisted around and pressed her lips against his. She was the one who opened her mouth but he did not hesitate to thrust his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her tightly against himself, feeling her breasts mash against him.

Another gust of wind reminded him he was dressed in shorts, a short sleeve pullover shirt and thin windbreaker. With a soft kiss to her lips and a playful slap to her bony buttocks, he unlocked her door, then scurried around to his door. He saw that she had reached across and unlocked his door for him.

"So; where to?" he asked, starting the car.

"Stadium?" she offered.

"Sta... Why the stadium?" he asked, genuinely baffled by such an odd request.

"So we can, you know," she said, blushing hotly.

"So we can...You mean, make out?" he asked, chuckling.

"Make... No, no, so we can you know, fuck," she stated.

"Madison, you really want to fuck? Sweetheart, just because I bought you pizza, you don't owe me..." he said.

He meant nothing by the use of the word 'sweetheart.' It was just a casual term, a way to address an attractive female. He could have just as easily used Darling, Sugar, Honey, Sweetie, or Dear.

"But, but I want... You don't want to?" Madison asked, pretty eyes filling with tears.

"I, well, yeah, yeah I want to," he confessed.

"Then why you don't want go to the stadium?" she asked.

"Three reasons," he smiled, pulling out of the parking lot. "One, I am thirty one years old. Last thing I need is to be arrested in the stadium parking lot for getting busy with a beautiful little eighteen year old. Two; I really, really don't want to be taking advantage of you."

"And three?" she asked, smiling at being called 'beautiful' for the first time in her life.

"And three? I've got my own apartment that's a shitload better than cramming my big ass into the back seat of this car," he said, turning left on a yellow light.

"Okay!" she eagerly agreed, smiling widely.

Within moments, they were pulling up to a complex of five buildings. He found his space in the well-lighted parking lot and turned the engine off. He then got out of the car and briskly walked around to the passenger door.

"Hi!" she said brightly, popping out of the car.

"Hi," he smiled and guided her toward the third building.

His apartment was neat and clean. He allowed, he was rarely home long enough to get the place dirty. She flopped down on his couch and kicked her shoes off. With a smile and shrug, he flopped down on the couch next to her and pulled her eager young body against his. Her tongue was licking at his lips and her hand was fumbling for his crotch before he had time to position himself fully.

With a mental shrug, he decided to go with the flow. Apparently his guest was eager. He realized, he had not asked if she had any kind of curfew; he certainly did not want to get her in any trouble with her Aunt.

"When I get there," she mumbled, wiggling out of her sweater.

"So, Wednesday of next week?" he joked, reveling in the veeling of her warm, smooth skin underneath his fingertips.

"Don't think you going get tired of me before then?" she giggled then gasped when her industrial strength bra flopped loose.

"A beautiful, sexy red head? Probably not," he husked, gripping one of her breasts.

"Oooohh!" she sighed as he teased her taut nipple with his fingers.

They kissed for a few moments more, but when she moved to reach inside of his shorts, he pulled away. Standing, Randy suggested they go to the bedroom. Madison wiggled off the couch and slipped her tennis shoes from her feet.