The rest of Tuesday was uneventful, as Jenny didn’t make it home before my dad and step mom. Apparently her high school is going to have a big game this weekend and she had to stay late so her squad would be adequately prepared. I did some odd jobs around the house to occupy my time and chatted with an old buddy on the phone.
When my dad and step mom got home I went to my room so I could check my e-mail. I was busy doing it when I thought about the Glory Holes at the adult bookstore out by the airport. I couldn’t wait for the weekend and to take Jenny there. I brought up the site for Glory Holes and tried to remember if I had my old buddy’s phone number still. I knew what store it was but I wanted to know if the holes were still there and if that kind of thing still took place.
Old Charlie Pratt was a weird guy in high school, who everyone knew but sort of kept at arms length. You always saw him at parties and high school functions but he sort of floated between groups of people not really hanging out with anyone in particular. I’m sure it was because he was into things most other guys weren’t exactly comfortable with. Charlie was always talking about sex but weird shit. He was into S&M and bondage and was always talking about some bizarre sexual fetish or sexual story he read about. Most guys in high school think about sex 24/7 but not as deeply, twisted, or perverted as Charlie. Take the Glory Holes thing, he thought it was the neatest thing going and would tell everyone about it. Most of my buddies were afraid to take showers with the guys because they didn’t want to see another dude naked. The whole sticking your dick through a hole and getting it sucked off scared most of them and the thought of getting seen by someone they knew petrified them. Not ‘Old Charlie’ or “Spunky” as some of the guys used to call him. It was for the obvious reason, because he was probably always “spunking” through the glory holes or beating off to his endless stories and the fetishes he had uncovered.
I had dropped his name a couple of times in my conversations with my buddies when I called them about employment and got the usual response. “What do you want with Spunky?” I dropped it when I said, “I just wondered what he was up to?” and their response was, “What do you want with that sick pervert?” I didn’t really have an answer that seemed plausible and I wasn’t going to tell them the truth, “I’m thinking about sticking my step sister in one of those ‘glory holes’ at the airport.”
Sitting at my computer with just my jean shorts and an old football jersey, I felt my cock stir as I glanced at the screen and a young blonde servicing two long black cocks that poked through the glory hole walls. She had a dirty smile and enjoyed taking the fat pricks and smacking them on her extended tongue. I had the sound shut off and was flipping through an old sports magazine when I heard the front door upstairs open and close. It was Jenny home from school and she moved through the house like a bull in a china shop. I could hear her as she made her way through the house above me. I glanced at the screen again and mentally put her in the little blonde’s place. I smiled and adjusted the front of my shorts so my hard on was pinned in the fabric.
About two minutes or so after, Jenny busted through the front door and through the house, I heard the sound of feet on the steps leading to the basement and my room. I expected Jenny so I didn’t turn off my computer or try to hide the glory holes site. I played it nonchalant and went back to reading my magazine. It was Jenny and she had an almost apologetic look on her face. I smiled at her and told her to come in. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit and frilly socks with no shoes.
“What’s up?” I asked as I watched her move towards me. My parents were home so nothing could or was going to happen but I wanted a repeat performance from earlier today and my cock wanted its release.
“Nuttin’much,” Jenny giggled and then looked serious. Her eyes looked at me and then at my computer screen. An older brunette was trying to be very accommodating as she worked hard to service three different cocks as they poked through the holes around her. She seemed enthralled and I laughed.
“Oops, sorry about that,” I lied and she knew I was kidding and giggled.
“I just came down to tell you a couple of things. One is that I can’t make it this weekend to the adult book store,” she said. She smiled, frowned and smiled again. Her hands nervously smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her buttons on her blouse. She licked her lips and flipped her hair out of her eyes.
“I thought you didn’t want to go?” I said.
Jenny smiled and tried to control a giggle and got serious for a moment, “I don’t,” she started and then searched for the right words as if trying to convince herself. “I have to cheerlead the big game on Friday night and then there is the dance on Saturday so I couldn’t go if you wanted me to go and I don’t want to go,” she muttered through anxious lips. When she was through she acted as if she was proud that she was able to say what she said and was convinced it was the truth. She bit her lower lip as she awaited my response.
“Oh,” I said and smiled at her. She smiled back as if she was glad I was taking her admission well. She seemed very worried that she might be hurting my feelings by pulling out of our trip. Using my right hand, I motioned for her to raise her skirt. Jenny saw me and glanced around nervously and back at me. She hesitated and slowly pulled at the fabric as she raised it against her thighs. I watched as she slowly revealed more of herself until her cute, mildly hairy pussy came into view. Her lips were still a little engorged and I figured running around without panties had kept her at an agonizing state of excitement.
“I think you are due for a shave,” I said as I glanced from her cunt to her face. “Remind me to shave your pussy tomorrow,” I chided. Wednesday’s were always a shorter school day for Jenny and we would have more time to play. My cock stiffened as I thought about playing barbershop.
Jenny smiled anxiously as she looked down between her legs and back at me. She bit hard on her lower lip and giggled. She got a serious look on her face again and started to speak, “The other thing is really important.”
The sound of more footsteps on the stairs broke us from our conversation and Jenny dropped her skirt. She tried to look nonchalant but couldn’t. She looked ready to bolt from the room and hide under my bed at the same time. I wasn’t much better as I tried to shut off my computer and hit the wrong keys and finally just turned the screen away so no one could see it from the doorway.
It was Jenny’s mom and she had more than two handfuls of laundry in her arms. She smiled at us as she made her way past my doorway to the utility room. Jenny smiled and I could see she was very relieved her mom wasn’t faster down the steps. I breathed a sigh of relief myself and waved her to go and she moved to the doorway.
Thinking fast, I sought to explain her being in my room and said, “Sure, bring me any homework questions you are having problems with and I’ll see if I can help you with them.”
Jenny smiled and said, “Thanks! I will” as she moved out of my room into the hall. She disappeared quickly up the steps and I moved just as fast to my doorway. I wanted to close my door so I could turn off my computer and the ‘glory holes’ site before my step mom passed my doorway again. As I got to my door, I was almost floored by my shock as my step mom stepped into my room.
“Oh hi,” I said as I straightened up and backed up from reaching for my door handle. My step mom is an older version of Jenny and she could easily pass for an older sister. She was still dressed in her work clothes, a matching brown vest and skirt, with a white blouse. The blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her cleavage. What Jenny lacked in the chest department, her mom made up in spades. I don’t know if they were real as that isn’t the question one asks his dad about his new wife. She had on a pair of nylons and four-inch heels that made her seem taller than her 5’4 height. She a hint of makeup on and smelled of vanilla
