Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.
Ah, Friday afternoon. For some reason when you are young, it seems like Friday will never come. Then when it does, more often than not, you can't figure out anything worthwhile to do. Life is ironic like that.
But this wasn't one of those Fridays for me. It was early fall, I had just turned 18 the second week after my senior year in school started, and I was feeling on top of the world. In addition, my parents had taken a late vacation this year and were spending two weeks up north camping in the woods, leaving me to fend for myself. Oh, I didn't mind; they had stocked the refrigerator and pantry with foods that I knew how to cook and I could take care of things quite nicely, thank you. I even had enough money saved from my summer mowing jobs that I could buy pizza as often as I wanted, if it came down to that.
Now just out of school after my last class, I wandered slowly toward the Jenkins' house. They lived about a mile from us, in a big new house with at least twice the space in our place. My classmate and relatively new friend, Jason Jenkins, had invited me to hang out with him after school and play games in their basement. Having been invited to spend some time in their basement back in the spring and summer, I knew from experience that it was a personal game arcade just waiting to be explored. Short of one of the arcades at the mall, I had never seen so many games in one place. I had always envied Jason for the advantages his parents gave him - not that I wished I had them instead of him, just that I wanted the same advantages!
Knowing that Jason always dawdled around school for a while talking with various teachers, I took my time, stopping by the local gathering place for a Coke and French Fries before heading on. Still I arrived at the Jenkins' house just before four o'clock. I hoped I wasn't too early. I expected Jason would answer the doorbell but it was his mom.
"Hello, David. Come in. How are you?" Mrs. Jenkins said from behind the shadows of the storm door.
I stepped into the foyer. "Fine, Mrs. Jenkins. Jason asked if I wanted to hang out this after..."
Just then I turned to look at her and it finally registered on me that Mrs. Jenkins was not dressed in her usually conservative clothes. First I must explain that Mrs. Jenkins would be, in my opinion, a trophy wife. She was young, probably just mid-thirties, with long blond hair, a beautiful face, and a body to die for. She had big handfuls on her chest even for large hands like mine, and my hands itched to touch them every time I saw her. Her waist was small enough to be narrower than the rest of her body while her ass was divinely rounded. She was so sexy and beautiful that I always got the stutters around her.
Still she always had worn conservative clothes when I had seen her, even in the presence of her own home. She still was - high heels and stockings that accentuated her shapely legs, a nice straight skirt that came down to her knees, and a blouse that covered all of her top. Except today the top was encased in a light blue knit sweater with a pattern of mesh that looked kind of like a spider web. Her right boob was completely covered except for some creamy white flesh on the top but the left one was pretty exposed, including the erect nipple and pink areole. I felt my cock growing hard at the first realization of what she was wearing.
"... is he here?" I finished lamely.
"Oh, Davy, I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on my arm. "His father got tickets to the Reds game tonight. James picked him up about lunchtime and they drove down to Cincinnati for dinner and the game. They won't be back until late tomorrow because they're staying over to go to some gun and knife show. Jason asked me to see if you two could get together some time next week."
"Yeah. Yeah, that would be okay."
I started to turn away but again Mrs. Jenkins put a hand on my arm.
"Stay, Davy. I haven't had anyone to talk to all day and I sure would like to have a friendly face to look at. Would you mind?"
"No, ma'am, I wouldn't mind. Whatever you say."
"Thank you, Davy. Come on into the living room and let's talk."
I followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa. She sat on the other end and I turned to look at her as we talked. She asked me questions and I responded as naturally as I could, although I have to admit that my erection was a constant reminder of my attraction to her. She asked me about school, she asked about my hobbies, she asked about my college plans, she asked about all kinds of things. I know she was trying to keep the conversation going so I tried to relax and talk enough to keep her interested. Still I had trouble with my eyes, no matter how hard I tried, keeping them off of her beautiful breasts.
Mrs. Jenkins kept a perpetual smile on her face. It wasn't a big one but just a look that she had which made her pleasant to look at. I don't think I had ever seen her with a frown on her face. I probably had something of a smile on my face when she twisted on the sofa cushion, pulled one leg up to lay along the cushion, leaving her foot dangling in the air. That left her facing me more directly.
My eyes followed her action and I hoped I'd get to see more of her legs but it wasn't to be. Her skirt remained at a demur distance down her legs. However it did turn her so that I had a better view through the mesh of her sweater. Once again I felt my cock jump in anticipation and I folded my hands in my lap to try to hide my situation.
"Hm?" she was asking.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenkins. I didn't understand."
"I said I would like to go downstairs and play some of the games but I need an opponent. Do you want to go play against me?"
"Oh. Sure. I'd like that." I clambered up and waited for her to take the lead. Although I knew the way, I wanted to be a gentleman. Shit, I really just wanted to watch her magnificent ass walking ahead of me.
I followed close enough to Mrs. Jenkins that when she turned to the wall to hit the light switch for the basement, I got a great view of her bare left nipple sticking through the webbing of the sweater and nearly creamed my pants on the spot. My hard-on inflated even more and became so painful I had to shift my jeans as soon as she turned to go down the stairs.
"So ... I think we need to make this interesting, don't you?"
"Mm? Oh, sure."
"So what will we bet to make it worthwhile."
"Um ... I don't know. I've got a little money. Not much though."
