This story contains sex, dirty words, public humiliation, adult situations, pizza, beer, nude photography, glue, jocks, and cheerleaders.
If you are under 18, don't read this.
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Greg waved goodbye to his wife, Susan, as she backed her Camry out of the driveway. Before she was even out of the driveway he started planning his weekend. He couldn't remember the last time he had the house to himself for an hour, much less a whole weekend. But he figured it might happen more often.
His daughter was a senior in High School now and his son was away at college spending way too much money and probably partying his ass off. Greg laughed as he remembered his college days. He had really thought his life would continue to be one great party after school. It didn't turn out that way though. It never did.
Greg quickly dismissed those thoughts. He didn't want to dwell on the fact that he was about to turn forty and his life wasn't what he had expected it to be. It all seemed so... so, damn depressing. It was going by way too fast.
What to do first, he thought to himself. And so it went like this. He got his stash out of the back of his closet and stoked up the bong. Then it was leftovers for lunch and he topped it off with chocolate pudding.
As he watched a funny movie he had the impulse to hide his stash and bong since it was almost four pm and Angela usually got home about now when she didn't have cheerleading practice. But then he remembered that she was probably boarding the bus to cheerleader camp right now, so he didn't have to worry about it.
He pulled himself up from the couch and decided to actually accomplish something productive. He opened the garage and started to pull his car out to wash it in the driveway, but as he started to back up a red Mustang pulled in, blocking his way.
Frustrated, Greg put the car in park and jumped out of his car. As he turned to the car behind him he recognized his daughter's best friend and head of the cheerleaders, Janie Williams. In the 2 seconds it took him to step to the driver door, he had several thoughts.
First was the time he went out back to the clean the pool and found Angela and Janie sunbathing. He actually stopped in his tracks when he saw Janie in a skimpy bikini.
He remembered years ago, when his daughter was a little kid, wondering if he would even be attracted to her friends when she grew up. Over the years he worried less and less about it. Sure, some of her friends were real babes, but he never stared, leered, or made a nuisance of himself around her friends; until now.
Before he could collect himself, Janie had turned and saw him. In that instant he knew he was busted. He quickly looked over her shoulder as if he was looking for something. Then he walked to the shed to get the pool net. As he came back around the corner he heard Janie telling Angela that she was kinda weirded out by her dad. Greg blushed and kept his head down as he headed to the far end of the pool. He was so embarrassed and to make matters worse, he was getting a hard on and his shorts did little to hide it.
Since that day he was always surprised when he saw Janie. His heart skipped a beat and his palms started to sweat whenever she was around. He tried to ignore her like he did Angela's other friends, but he couldn't help stealing looks whenever he thought it was safe. Janie was just too fucking hot to ignore.
The next thought Greg had as he leaned down towards the driver window, was why would Janie be here? Why would she be here without Angela? Why wasn't she on the bus going to cheerleader camp?
Janie looked up at him but didn't open the window or door. Instead she tried to say something, but was crying too hard.
Greg pulled the door open and was surprised to find his hand all sticky from the handle. Janie was still crying as Greg tried to ask her what happened. All he could understand from her blubbering was something about two assholes from the football team. Greg wondered for a split second what she was talking about, then he noticed her hands. She kept them on the steering wheel and they were glossy. In fact, she was glossy all over. Then he understood that someone had drenched her in this sticky stuff.
Greg had seen and heard enough. He said, "Don't worry. I'll call your parents and..."
Janie stopped him, "No! Please don't call them. I'll be grounded forever and I'll miss the prom. Please, please, please don't call them. I just need to get unstuck. Will you help me Mr. Smith? Please?"
Greg held his hands out and asked, "OK, what do you want me to do?"
Janie started crying again. She sobbed and then stifled another one. She looked at Greg with her best puppy dog eyes and said, "Will you please help me get unstuck? I just need to get cleaned up and go home. Please, I didn't have anywhere else to go and it's almost impossible to turn the car with my hands stuck."
Greg held up his hands and told her, "OK, OK. Let's see what we have here?"
After confirming that her hands were truly stuck to the steering wheel he leaned in and shifted the car into park and turned it off. Then he had to wash his hands to get the sticky stuff off.
Janie explained how Jake and Tim from the football team had ambushed her from behind the bleachers. They ran up from opposite directions and each one threw a bucket of this stuff at her. She would have cleaned up at school, but they chased her with bags of confetti. She quickly jumped in her car and took off. A minute later she discovered hr hands were stuck to the wheel. Then she figured out she was stuck to the seat and the sticky stuff was drying fast. Since Angela's house was on the way from school she stopped here.
Greg put some lotion on his hands and then tried again to help Janie pull her hands from the steering wheel. They wouldn't budge without pulling her flesh off. Greg figured it was some kind of glue and it was good glue at that.
He went inside and looked for nail polish remover. He found some rags under the kitchen sink. Then he found some solvent in the garage that he had used as paint thinner.
He took everything to the car. When he opened the door he noticed Janie was sweating. It was pretty warm out and with the car off, there was no ventilation in the car.
He quickly told Janie what he found. She asked, "What will that do to my hands?"
Greg replied, "I don't know. I used it last summer and had to wear gloves. It's pretty strong stuff. I would've liked to have used nail polish remover, but Angela must have taken it with her."
They agreed to just try unsticking her back. Greg dripped a liberal dose behind her neck, careful not to put it directly on her skin. He slowly soaked the back of her cheerleading uniform. After a few minutes they were only able to pull the fabric away from her skin, but the shirt was stuck to the seat.
By now it was suffocating in the car. The smell of the solvent did not help things at all so Greg rolled the windows down and had the driver side door open wide, but it did little to abate the heat. Janie asked for a drink and Greg went inside.
As he went inside he was a little pissed off that his one weekend to himself was already ruined. He grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and eyed a beer on the lower shelf. He grabbed the beer for himself and left.
Janie smiled when she saw the beer. Greg noticed she was eyeing the brew so he offered her some. He only held it out for a second when she laughed and said, "Thanks, but, I'm kind of helpless here. Could you open it for me?"
Greg laughed and opened the beer. He carefully lifted it to her lips and she drank greedily. As she gulped and some dribbled down her chin he was overwhelmed by her natural beauty. She giggled as the some of the beer dribbled down her chin and onto her cleavage. Greg sat the beer down and tried to help free her from the back of the seat.
He said, "Ya know, the material is coming away from you better than from the seat."
She laughed, "I know. I think I'll have to rip this shirt to get out of here."
Greg seriously said, "But you'd still be stuck to the front of the shirt."
Janie agreed and Greg poured a little more solvent down her back. They waited a few more minutes and it was too hot. Greg rolled down the back windows to get a little more air in the car.
Then they tried to pull her back from the seat. This time they were only able to get about a quarter of an inch free before Janie yelped in pain. Pulling on her back was like pulling the skin right off.
They waited and tried over and over. After making little progress and causing Janie plenty of pain, Greg suggested they try from the front. He explained, "It looks like you have less glue in the front and there's no seat stuck to it. So if we can get your front separated from your shirt then we can work towards the back on both sides at once."
Janie was a little nervous, but her back was so sore now so she agreed. She felt like she was going to have to spend the rest of her life in this hot car. Besides, she had to pee now. She asked, "So how do we do this?"
Greg chuckled, "We? I think I'll have to do the work while you just sit there."
Janie laughed a little and said, "Oh yeah. That's what I meant."
Greg went on, "OK, here's the plan. I'm going to soak the front of your uniform and then, if it comes free, we can cut your shirt down the middle and across the shoulders. Sound good?"
Janie nodded nervously. When she came here she thought someone could just help pull her free. She hadn't known Mr. Smith would be the only one home, although she knew Janie wasn't there. Now he was going to be cutting her clothes off of her.
Greg dripped solvent over her chest and shoulders. He offered her the water while they waited. The beer was long gone now.
Janie took a couple swallows from the bottle as Greg held it. Then she cursed herself as she felt her bladder expand even more and then Mr. Smith went inside, no doubt to use the restroom himself.
When he returned he had a pair of scissors in his hand, and she thought she noticed a slight smile on his face.
Greg leaned in and pried the neck of her shirt up. Then he slowly pulled the shirt out as far as it would go. Next he put the scissors to the bottom of her v-neck and started cutting down the middle.
As he cut, he had to pull the material to each side and his hands were pretty much all over her chest. He suppressed a wicked grin, but couldn't help his penis from getting uncomfortably stiff in the process.
After cutting all the way to the bottom, he slowly peeled her shirt from the middle towards him. Janie was surprised at how easy the front was coming off compared to the back. Maybe Mr. Smith knew what he was doing. She hoped so, because she was going to soak her seat with pee very soon otherwise.
After getting the left side free he cut from the neck of her shirt, down her sleeve and started the slow process of peeling it all away from her. Then he cut from the armpit down to the bottom of the shirt and tried to pull the rest of that section off, but it was still stuck. It was stuck from the front of her breast, all along the side to the back. In fact, it was as if her sports bra was fused to the shirt.
