Kristin stretched out on her couch and grabbed the remote. "No more Disney Channel tonight," she thought to herself. She had just got the kids down for the night, and was ready to relax. Taking a long pull from the glass of Chardonnay by her side, Kristin was wishing that her husband would get back onto the day shift soon. Nights alone weren't a lot of fun.
As she put her wine glass back down, her cell phone buzzed- an incoming text message. "What are U doing?" appeared. Another message from Jeremy, the boy next door. Kristin had been carrying on a Facebook chat with Jeremy for several weeks now, and she was pretty sure that the boy had a crush on her. Kristin had sent him a picture of her tits for his eighteenth birthday last month when she was feeling especially flirty.
Having just turned 30, Kristin felt kind of in between... She was young enough to be cool with all the neighborhood kids, but the demands of work and motherhood pulled on her more than she wished they would. Kristin was petite, blonde, and in great shape despite having had two kids in the last four years.
"Just hanging out being lonely," is what Kristin sent back.
A few seconds later, Jeremy replied- "Why don't you come over and party?" Jeremy had Kristin giggled to herself, thinking back about her high school party days... she was a bit of a wild child then. But that was then, and this was now...
"Yeah, right" she sent back.
About five minutes later, Kristin's doorbell rang. It was Jeremy's little sister, Amy. "Miss Kristin, can you come over please? Jeremy cut himself, and my parents are out."
"Amy, you stay here and watch the kids- they're sleeping. I'll go check on Jeremy."
Still in her work clothes, Kristin went next door. The front door was open, and she called inside. "Jeremy?"
"In the kitchen." As Kristin went back to the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice all the beer bottles. Party time, indeed.
Entering the kitchen, Kristin saw Jeremy holding his hand over the sink. "I kinda tore it open when I was trying to open a bottle." There were two of Jeremy's friends in the kitchen with him. One of them was obviously a football player like Jeremy- they were huge.
"Let me see it," Kristin said. As she looked at his hand, the cut turned out to be a small little gash, nothing serious at all. "Where's the band-aids, Jeremy?" Kristin asked. The other boys giggled, and the bigger boys took drinks from their beers.
"There you go, you're all fixed up!" Kristin said as she looked up at Jeremy. Jeremy was almost a foot and a half taller than Kristin was, and weighed 260 pounds according to his Facebook profile.
"You the man, J" said one of Jeremy's friends.
"Shut up, Bobby, "Jeremy responded. "You're just jealous because she didn't send you a titpic for your eighteenth birthday like she did me!"
"You cut yourself just to get her over here so you could see her, J." Jeremy blushed, and was surprisingly cute for being such a hulk.
"Ask her, Ronny, ask her!" said Bobby to the smallest boy. Ronny wasn't that small, probably 5'8" and 160, but he was dwarfed by the other two boys. Kristin knew from chatting with Jeremy that Ronny was a Mormon transfer student who'd spent a year on a mission trip. Even though he was a year older than this two teammates, Ronny seemed much younger in many ways.
"Leave it alone, Bobby," Ronny said to the boy with the varsity letter jacket.
"C'mon man, don't be a wussie," Bobby sneered at. "Ronnie's got a girl problem and needs some advice. We've told him what to do, but Mr. Goody Two Shoes here thinks we're big dumb animals."
Jeremy walked over next to Kristin, and pulled out a chair for her. Kristin didn't really want to sit down, but when Jeremy put his big hand on her shoulder, down she went. "Ronny thinks he's in love with his girlfriend, and that they're going to get married. Short stuff thinks he's got it all worked out. Bobby and I told him that nobody gets married when they're seniors- he should be having fun, not thinking about getting married."
Kristin looked at Ronny. "Do you really care for her, Ronny?"
"I sure do."
"What does she think of you?"
"I'm pretty sure she cares for me too." Kristin could see why- Ronny was a hottie, shoulder length sandy hair, blue eyes...
"Oh, ain't that just sweet, she cares for you..." Bobby mocked his friend.
"Shut up!" Ronny fired back.
Jeremy said, "So ask her, and then you'll know Bobby and I were right."
"Ask me what?" said Kristin. Ronny put his head down and took a swig of beer.
Jeremy spoke for him. "Ronny wants to know if he should try to do her. He wants to, but he's worried that she'll leave him if he does. Bobby and I told him that if he doesn't, she'll think he's gay and leave him for sure. Hell, all girls want it, and if he doesn't fuck her, someone else will."
"Jeremy, you're an asshole," Ronny told his friend who had now moved right next to Kristin, towering over her.
Jeremy leaned forward pushing his crotch against Kristin's shoulder when he set his beer down. "Yeah, I may be an asshole, but I'm right, aren't, I Miss Kristin?"
This put Kristin on the spot. She didn't want to embarrass Ronny in front of Bobby and Jeremy, but she knew what she knew. "Ronny, I think Jeremy's right. It'll show her that you're really interested in her, and she'll say no if you go too far."
Ronny looked at her and asked, "How old were you when you did it for the first time?"
