The story is set up in Chapter one. I suggest reading it to get a handle on all the characters. I will be continuing as if chapter one has already been read.
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The events leading up to our trip to the mall.
The following week passed for uneventfully. Every night, after my shower, I'd walk down the hallway to my room a little slower than usual. I kept hoping for a repeat performance from Mom and Daddy, but it didn't happen. Every night I'd say something like, "I'm going up for my shower. You guys going to bed anytime soon...need to use the bathroom before I get in there?"
To which, one of them would say something like, "No. We're okay sweetie. Good night. If the TV bugs ya, let us know and we'll turn it down."
I was thinking the TV doesn't bug me, but you two not playing for me is!
Performance or not, I was in a perpetual state of arousal all week. I wanted to tell Marci about what I saw in my parent's and what I heard. In the end, I chickened out and told her nothing about it. Thank God for a detachable shower head though. I'd given myself more orgasms in those three days than I had in the whole rest of my life combined. I masturbated in the shower and even had to give myself one right before bed so I could calm down and fall asleep. Then, when I'd wake up, my panties would already be pulled to the side and my fingers would be moist and slick from rubbing my wet slit in my sleep.
Friday came and we went to Alcott for my volleyball game. In the bus, on the way to the game, I sat in the back row with my duffle bag and gear on the seat. Luckily no one tried to sit with me. In the darkness, sitting in the bench seat, I discreetly snuck my hand, up the leg hole into my tight volleyball shorts. I had that tingling arousal itch that needed to be scratched. The low rumbling of the darkened bus and all the chatter from my team-mates kept anyone from noticing my low moans as I secretly rubbed one out.
I'd love to tell you we won out game, but since the internet could easily prove I lied....we lost. It wasn't entirely (or even mostly) my fault though. Mom, Dad, and Dylan were in the crowd cheering for me. The naughty images of Dad's thick cock sliding in and out of Mom's wet sucking mouth flashed in my head repeatedly. Plus, Dylan sitting there with them, looking so much like a younger Uncle Mike got me thinking about Mom's dirty little fantasy tale. I still played hard and made some good key plays: we almost won. Almost..oh well.
Mom was looking really cute in this light pink top she was wearing. The top showed of more cleavage than any of the other moms, but she has a nice sexy body for it. She had her regulation tight jeans on (of course) and a nice pair of new knee-high boots with a sexy heel on them. Dad was looking cute too. He had a "Team-Dad" shirt on. It's basically a t-shirt that looks like the whole team signed. He also had on his work boots and a nice pair of jeans. I never noticed the faded area right where his package sits in his jeans. I couldn't stop looking at it nowadays. Plus Dad had that muscular big man build and he looked delicious. And Dylan, what can I say? He looked so hot. His hair was done with the perfect amount of messiness to make it look like he didn't care, but I knew how long it takes to get just right. He had a light blue button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up some and a nice slim cut jeans and Vans. Yes, they are back in style. No socks though, (that's my PSA).
Mom talked to our coach, Mrs. Wojtkwiak, after the game and got the okay for me to ride home Mom and Dad instead of on the bus. As promised, the four of us stopped and Mickey D's for some burgers. Dylan and I got our meals and went into the play area. No kids were in there so we had a chance to talk some.
"Hey Ash," Dylan said, "I made of list of some stuff you might not have thought of. You know? Like cologne and razors and some hygiene type stuff."
"Don't worry Dylan, I did think of that. I have a couple ideas for some colognes for you too." I promised.
'It's just...I like a few of the AXE scents and their really popular right now," he told me.
"Well you can forget that shit!" I responded. "I'm not gonna let you go to school smelling like a tool. Honey, you're better than that. I have some real cologne in mind. AXE is for boys. Real men wear real cologne."
"Wow, um okay. You haven't steered me wrong yet. I know I can count on you to hook me up right." He said chuckling brightly.
"When it comes to your stocking stuffers, I promise I will make sure your dad goes "the manly hygiene" route for you. Razors, shaving gel, hair cement that you will look hot in, and the whole kit-n-kaboodle," I said crossing my heart. His eyes naturally followed my hand as I crossed my heart. His eyes lingered, however, on my tits in my tight volleyball jersey for a few long seconds. I'll bet he didn't realize he quickly wet his lips. I noticed though. I will bet he noticed how my nipples puckered up into hard little points though.
Mom poked her head into the play area. "Okay you two, finish up." Mom told us. "I want to get home so we can get to bed. We need to start on the road early tomorrow if we're going to get it all done by Sunday evening."
