As Jasmine was getting ready to leave the house, she was fussing over Jason like a mother hen. She was going to her sisters' who was getting ready to have a baby. She thought she would be gone for a week to ten days.
"Now, Jason, please remember that Sara will be coming over tonight to stay until I'm back. I've left a casserole for tonight that just needs to be heated up. After that, she'll be cooking for you and making sure you get up for work on time and making your lunches for work."
"Yes, Mother," Jason said mockingly. "You'd swear, I was a baby, that I need a babysitter. Well, I'm 38 years old and I can take care of myself perfectly well, thank-you!"
"I know you can, Jason, it's only to make things a bit easier for you." Jason continued to grumble a bit (under his breath) but they both knew that he was merely making a show of it. Jason had always liked Sara, not only for her personality but (although Jasmine didn't know this) also because he liked looking at and fantasizing about her 18 year old slim body.
They had had an early lunch because Jasmine wanted to get on the road around 1, reaching her sisters' around 6. As it was the beginning of summer, the days were getting longer and she wasn't too concerned about being on the road as long as it was still light.
She finally left around 1:20 pm (despite her intentions), after a few more warnings, reminders and admonishments. Jason stood at the picture window, waving to her and watching her pull out of the driveway. He waited 5 minutes (in case she had forgotten something and came back for it, as she often did) and then promptly went out to get himself some rum, coke, beer and munchies.
Jasmine disapproved of drinking (among other things) and so Jason was going to take full advantage of her absence. He was back within ½ hour and quickly poured himself a generous portion of rum & coke, opened the bag of chips and settled in to watch the Grand Prix from Montreal. As a former Montrealer, he'd been looking forward to this all week. With Jasmine leaving a bit later than he had hoped, he was barely in time to catch the beginning of the race.
However, within an hour, it became apparent that there was a front runner and that no one was going to catch him, barring a mechanical failure or a spectacular crash. He had had a few drinks by then and was losing interest. He thought about Sara coming over later and his mind turned to her slim, tanned young body.
Nothing else of interest being on TV, he turned to his computer. He answered some emails and dealt with a few minor issues from work on line.
Then he turned his attention to porn sites. He rarely had a chance to do that, as the computer was set up in the dining room. He made a note to himself to clear the browser history afterwards. Most of the sites featured older women (even those that said they offered teens). This was not to his taste - he wanted to see young, firm breasts and slim bodies. Although it wasn't as satisfying, he found a site that offered stills of young girls, mostly in swim suits or skimpy outfits. The girls were much more to his liking, although he would have preferred to see them in action.
He didn't realise he had fallen asleep in front of the computer until a noise awoke him. He woke with a start and suddenly remembered that Sara was coming over. He quickly checked his watch and realised that it must be her who had come in, waking him up.
He immediately looked at the puter, realising that he had fallen asleep while looking at a still pic of someone who had the same body size and features (he thought) as Sara. He quickly exited from that site, not wanting her to see him looking at young female bodies. Sara was calling out to him.
"I'm in here, Sara." She then came into the dining room with an overnight bag and spied the remains of his drink, seeing that he had obviously just woken up. (She had seen the bottle of rum on the kitchen counter and thought it odd as she had only ever seen liquor in this house at Christmas.)
"So, what's this, Jason?" (Sara was Jasmine's 1st husband's niece - Jason had tried several times to figure out what that made her to him with no success and they had been on a first name basis for as long as either of them could remember. "While Jasmine's away you're having a party? You should have invited me -- at least you wouldn't be that bored that you'd be falling asleep in front of the puter."
Jason grinned sheepishly and looked Sara over. She was wearing white shorts and a fairly tight blue top, tucked into her shorts. It was nothing that wouldn't have been acceptable at a church function but because he was something of a lingerie/underwear lover (he used to do some crossdressing when he was younger and still had an appreciation for ladies underwear) he could also see that she was wearing a pushup bra, making her breasts appear to be straining against the fabric of her top. Then he realised that she could see his drink and his look turned to one of guilt.
"Ummm .....Sara, you don't need to mention this (indicating the drink) to Jasmine." Jason said.
"Oh, I won't, Jason, this will be our little secret -- as long as I can have some too!" Sara chirped, her hand reaching for the leftover drink. Her reaching caused her breasts to strain even more against her top and Jason watched, fascinated. His breath caught and he thought to himself again how sexy she was.
He knew it was wrong to offer liquor to a minor (not to mention lusting after her) - legal drinking age was 19 in this province -- then realised that they would be spending a week or more together and not allowing her a drink would probably cause some tension between them. He decided he would make her a weak one. "Uh, that drink has gone flat now, Sara, and the ice has melted. I'll make you a new one -- remember, not a word to Jasmine!"
He went into the kitchen to make her a drink and another for himself. He noted she had already put the oven on for the casserole and just as he was about to bring in the drinks the timer went off. He put the casserole in the oven and set the timer for the 40 minutes it required. He brought the drinks in and immediately blushed, seeing that Sara must have used the history icon to go to Jason's last site.
"So, is this why you didn't invite me to your party, Jason?" she said teasingly.