Drawing the blinds Ted made his way to the Lazyboy where Jean was slowly collecting herself on unsure legs. Pulling her into his arms he let his hands wander her still trembling body like some trophy. Supporting her from behind, Ted walked her back to the kitchen, and deposited her at the sink and righted her house coat.
His mouth roamed her neck as he reveled in the low moans emanating from Jean, gazing down on her rising and falling chest while her ass returned to the slow grind against his groin. Ted whispered in her hear and after dressing in the laundry room he exited through the back door and made his way across the yard, taking the fence in one bound as he gave a sideways glance toward Faye's where he saw her pacing the deck with her phone in her hands and listening to the phone ring in Jean's house.
It was only his second night home but things were back where they had been when he had went away to College. A quiet supper, quiet in that there was no real conversation with the exception of his father blathering on about what he had done and what Ted needed to do, all while shooting out inane advice.
It was probably just this kind of behavior that had driven his mom away ten years ago and frankly Ted was not sure how Annie stood it. Annie his step mom was nice enough in a mousey way but it would be a lie to say she seemed like family, and honestly he was just fine with that. She was quite adept like him at staying in the background and making him feel like, well, a visitor, another fact that Ted was fine with.
After supper Ted's father barked out to Ted to help Annie with the dishes while he took his showers. Since it was still early, the sun was still up, and he had no better excuse Ted stepped in to help. Ted was just finishing helping Annie clear the table while she started in on the dishes in the sink. Lost in the thought of four hours earlier when he had Jean pressed hard against Larry's chair. Annie made a couple of attempts at small talk, classes, girls, etc. "Jesus Christ Wayne! Cover yourself up!"
True to form his father had come up the stairs from the basement shower completely naked, something that had always set his mother and sisters off as well. There he stood with his "what?" face on, his penis like a turtle poking out from beneath his beer gut. Ted wondered how the hell he even fucked Annie with that thing, how he managed to get it out from under his gut to do anything with it. Shit, his dad fucking Annie. That was the first time he had ever thought of that.
He could hear his father grumbling something about "my god damn house" as he made his way down the hall. Ted's eyes made his way up Annie's five foot, maybe 100 pound frame. Jean was built like jailbait but with nicer boobs. Her skin showed the looseness that came with what must be her fifty of so years and too much time in the sun. After his afternoon escapade he found himself sizing her up trying to imagine how the hell she found any pleasure in sex with Wayne.
When his gaze finally made it up to her face it was turned to him in an apologetic expression, for his naked father he presumed. He shrugged at her bringing a smile, though he was not sure if it came from his shrug or him checking her out. Then in turn she lowered her eyes along his body while she and paused. Apparently he had been thinking about Jean more than he was aware because when her gaze reached his short, he could feel his hard dick shift in his khaki shorts.
His first instinct was to immediately excuse himself but where the hell was he going to go. He knew his father would be back down the hallway soon to pick up the paper, from the table, bark out another round of orders and then head off to bed. So instead Ted opted to simply sit down at the table and putting his raging hard on out of view and begin perusing the want ads for a job. Even though he knew what he was going to do with his summer. While he looked at the ads he could not help but check out Annie. When she would bend over the sink to scrub a pan he tried to imagine he could see the side of her breasts in her sleeveless blouse. Why the hell had he never noticed her before in this lustful light?
Like clockwork, his dad returned complaining about how many miles he had to cover the next day and how no body better fuck with his sleep. He snatched the paper from Ted and whacked him over the head with it and smiled. "You going to go out tonight"?
"Nah, maybe for just a run", Ted replied.
"Well whatever you do don't wake us up when you get home. Especially Annie, she can be a real bitch when she gets woke up and then I have to deal with it". With that he walked out of the kitchen taking a swipe at Annie's ass with the paper and making her jump. Ted took in her breasts as she did, imagining he could see her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bra. Ted took the last of the things from the table and made his way over to the sink setting them beside her, smelling her perfume.
"I will try not to wake you up" Ted said his eyes still trying to determine if it was her nipples or the fabric of the bra he was seeing.
"Oh don't worry about that asshole Ted" she replied as she looked up into his eyes and let her hand touch his forearm. What the hell was she doing, sure it was just a touch she thought to herself as he rose from the table, not able to take her mind off of his shorts.
"Oh trust me, I won't" he replied giving her the first true smile she ever recalled getting from him.
He tried to keep Jean on his mind as he changed, but then he would think of Faye's fingers, he stretched, and he thought about Annie's nipples. But he had a mission so he ran, trying to clear these two new guests out of his mind, so he could pay attention to the job at hand. Running his neighborhood by night had always been his escape. Block by block, he had a face, a body, a moment of daydreaming on just about every one. He had delivered their papers, mowed some of their yards, though he was seen as sweet, had always been aloof, sometimes unsettling so.
This was the sexual playground of his imagination. There was Kristi with the druggie dad, and Barbara whose kimono robe had slipped while he was collecting, jailbait Schulyer. Shelia, Brenda, his sister's old friends whose trips through puberty had been hell on him. The women he saw walking their dogs, hanging up clothes, the list ran on, and on.
It surprised him that Faye had never been given a story like some of these fleeting glances had been afforded. He entered through his back gate and passed along the side of Faye's house it was the first time he had thought of her as he did it. Perhaps it was that he never had the opportunity to develop the lust the way he had for Jean, or perhaps it was that Faye's husband patrolled the grounds like a hawk and scared the shit out of him. Her proximity and her unattainability had left her in the background.
But tonight when he reached the corner of his yard he could still hear Faye on the deck, on the phone, giving her best, sarcastic laugh. Listening to her, he thought about her sunglasses turned towards Jean's, Jean's head to the window with his dick deep inside her, or her fingers running over her waist. Faye had a worse tank top and cut off habit than Jean but hers were a uniform, Jean's were camouflage. She showed her smooth 30 something tummy, the freckles fading as they slipped beneath the fabric of her bra. She chose to decorate her treasures, Jean hid hers. When his parents had first bought the house it butted up against a large field behind them that the kids rejoiced in playing in. With the arrival of the new elementary school the field was quickly eaten up by new, more expensive housing projects each competing for what turned out be the largest slice in a meandering semi-circle block with no less than three of their yards touching up along his back fence or to the small common, an undividable patch of ground between them.
His was the only fence as the new neighbors were hard pressed and unwilling to face lawsuit and stake their claim of the patch. So they opted instead for shared shrubbery between them that softened the entry into the common area instead of creating a no-man's land.
Faye's property snuck in along Jeans and did not truly touch yet at the point where the patch began she and Jean's properties were within 12 feet of touching. Because Faye's house faced away from Jean's circle where Ted had been such an integral part of Jean's and the other families who lived their lives, he had very little exposure to her. He had never looked after her kids, never been in her house, and had the distinct feeling that her husband did not care for him in the slightest. Or perhaps it was that her husband was the only one in all his years of chasing his fantasies who had almost busted him.
He could not, would not forget how he had become reckless, wanton in the approach that night when he had heard his voice split the night "Hey! What the fuck are you doing!!" while sneaking over the fence towards Jean's. After he had bolted from the yard he could still hear him loudly giving chase. His feet chewed up the asphalt with one mile becoming another, his legs regretted not turning towards home. His brain knew better.
He ran like a madman building an alibi. Past kids with a wave at the convenience store, shouting hello to Kristen's drunken father as he stumbled out of the Oasis bar. He was making sure he was seen by everyone. After all, what kind of perv window peeper could cover that much ground that fast. As his final act of defiance that night he had snuck in his house and changed quickly into different clothes, then returned to the driveway to stretch. Watching the rollers from the cop car a block over as Faye's husband gave his statement. Eavesdropping on neighbors who had come outside to try and figure out what was going on.
That night he realized that to continue his game, the game must change. He could not outrun everyone, his slinking days were over. His six foot two frame was failing to find purchase behind the bushes. So that night marked his transition into the background. No more sneaking, he made a conscious effort to become less real, and more shadow. Something in the periphery that seemed to belong when viewed by the casual observer. Blending in, until he decided to, wanted to be seen. A six foot two, blue eyed, blonde appearing from a dark shadow. A learned and practiced response that now dictated his actions.
