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The blowjob, such a simple act of giving pleasure but oh so powerful. Any woman can open their legs and let a guy fuck her to his heart’s content but if you master the art of the blowjob you will have him eating out of your hands from day one. Many of my friends back home didn’t like it. They thought it was nasty to take a man’s cock in their mouth not knowing where it had been before, but the biggest complaint was the cum itself. It doesn’t taste very good and it is usually a lot of it that might run down your chin if you don’t swallow fast enough. But that’s where planning and practice come into play.

The key is to read the guy and feel when he is about to come. If you do, then it is easy, simply take him as far back in your throat as possible and let him shoot his load there. Why? Because there are no taste-buds there, it’s just a warm mess running down your throat.

The cock in my mouth was just about to reach that moment in time. My hand was gently cupping the balls letting my fingers feel for that first contraction while my ears were listening for those telling moans.

The owner of the cock was Mr. Gardner who happened to be a very nice man in his late thirties. Married to Mrs. Gardner, a rich bitch, and they had a little son, Greg who at that specific time was sleeping in his crib.

“Oh Ellie, how do you do it? How can someone so young suck cock so well,” moaned Mr. Gardner.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I used my hand on his wet shaft while rolling my tongue around his cock head. The result was a long moan, a few gasps, and his balls contracted. I quickly went down as far as I could and then he erupted in a fountain of hot cum and gasps.

Just as I had calculated the creamy liquid ran down my throat and I only had to swallow one time before I got up and brushed off my knees.

He was half lying in the chair and looked up at me with dreamy eyes.

“There should be a law against women like you,” he sighed.

I made sure there was no grass or dirt on my knees and then picked up my mini skirt that lay next to the chair. Mr. Gardner liked it when I wore it without panties.

“If there was, you wouldn’t get to have so much fun, would you now Mr. Gardner?”

He laughed and took my hands in his. “You are heaven sent, my dear.”

“Thanks, but I better go, your wife will be home any minute.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Will I see you tomorrow?”

I patted his cheek and fondled his limp cock before saying, “yes, you will.”

I was unlocking my bike when I saw Mrs. Gardner’s BMW drive up the street. After she had parked in the driveway she got out and walked around the car to where I stood.

She was dressed in her usual workout clothes, bright orange spandex shorts, and a matching top. She had a lean strong body with small tits and a flat ass.

“How’s little Greg?” she asked looking down her nose at me.

“Fine, he is sleeping.”

“Did Mr. Gardner pay you?”

I dug into my little purse and showed her the fifty dollar bill.

“Good, now run along and I will see you tomorrow.”

I watched her walk up the flagstone path to the mansion and when she had closed the door behind her I gave her the finger. If she only knew I had been blowing her husband for the last month she would shit kittens.

****

Oh life in suburbia, such heaven and such hell. It had been six weeks since my encounter with Carla. During that time I had turned seventeen got a job, well, several actually and my sister Pam had slowly come out of the shock after her husband, Drake, had left her.

Pam was the one who suggested I should babysit during the day while she was at work. I had no experience but that didn’t seem to matter once the parents knew I was Pam’s little sister.

I was surprised at how many of the parents were still in the house while I was working. I thought they would enjoy being with their children now that it was July and they were on vacation, but no. The mothers went to the gym, shopping, tea with friends or a hundred other social gatherings. The men would play golf, go fishing or simply hang around the pool and drink beer.

Did I care? No, I didn’t because that meant two things. I got paid and sometimes I got laid, which was a bonus.

You will be surprised at how many sexually starved men live in suburbia with their pretty wives and big houses. I, not being from the neighborhood but from the city gave the men something new to lay their eyes on. And did they? Each time I showed up in the morning at one of the mansions the husband would be in close vicinity ogling my tight ass or big tits. It would only take me a few minutes to read him and then make the appropriate signals with my body and he would come sniffing around me as soon as we were alone.

There was only one thing that was bugging me and that was Carla. I would see her strutting down the street or driving her red Viper and each time I did two things happened. One, my knees went weak from remembering our sex in my sister's living room and two, the need for payback.

I liked her brother Rick and I wanted to spend more time with him, but Carla had him locked up like a virgin in a castle. I did see him of course, either driving by or at the strip mall but Carla was never far behind so there was no way of getting to him and it was driving me nuts.

As a way to deal with her anger from being dumped Pam began going to the local gym and of course she dragged me along with her.

I didn’t enjoy working out at all and felt stupid doing crunches or lifting weights. I did enjoy the stationary bikes though and I would spend most of the hour on one while Pam huffed and puffed with her personal trainer.

Pam was extremely popular around the gym and to be honest, anywhere she went. She is tall, has honey blond hair and her face is just perfect. She is the all-American beauty that all men jerk off to. Add to that her bubbly personality and a way to blend in with everyone you had the perfect socialite. The only problem was she was not the money maker. Her ex, Drake, sent her money every month and the neighborhood knew it. This meant that she was almost never invited to the parties or other social gatherings. She spent most of her time either at work or at home with me. I had suggested she should get out and meet someone new but she wasn’t ready according to her.

I look nothing like my older sister. Where she is blond and pretty I am dark with a raw sexuality. Big boobs, round ass, shorter than my sister, with pouty lips and seductive brown eyes and long dark curly hair that I use as a prop to get men’s attention. I was a walking talking sexual predator, only seventeen, but with by now many cocks under my belt.

I suspected that the neighborhood men talked about me and maybe even compared notes. Not that I cared, by August I would be out of there and back in the city with my friends and parents. I figured I should have as much fun as possible during my short stay in suburbia and maybe even get a chance to get back at Carla.

*****

There was one person that I did like and enjoyed spending time with and that was Josie. She worked in the fancy cafe at the strip mall and hated the rich bitches as much as I did.

Josie was the same age as I and we had other things in common too. We both liked sex and since Josie had been working in the cafe for a year she knew exactly which husbands to go after and which to stay away from. We would hang out at the mall after she finished work talking and laughing. She was the one who had told me about Mr. Gardner and his love for blowjobs. The man was intriguing because he had never asked either Josie or me to fuck us, all he wanted was a good BJ and he was a happy camper. This was great since it was a fast way to get him off with little risk of being caught by the wife.

Josie had been busted a couple of times and preferred to keep a low profile during the summer. The last time got ugly and she was chased out of the house by the wife wielding a kitchen knife. The police was never called because the family didn’t want it on the records that Josie had fucked the investment banker husband in the matrimonial bedchamber.

“What’s the latest gossip?” I asked Josie.

We were sitting in the park watching a group of kids playing touch football. It was late in the evening but the sun was still warm on our skin. I wore a short skirt and a sleeveless flannel shirt knotted under my boobs. The first two buttons were open and swell of my boob was clearly visible. Men loved the trailer trash look and would stare at me.

Josie wore hot pants, high tops, and a white tank top. Her boobs weren’t as big as mine but she had a nice firm ass that attracted a lot of attention. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail high on her head while mine flowed down my back.

“Mrs. Holden want’s to divorce her husband,” she said while licking the ice cream she was holding, a pink long tongue moving up and down.

“Why, what did he do?”

“The usual, he fucked his secretary during a business trip. Apparently, she is a hot thing of twenty-two, and you know what Mrs. Holden looks like.”

I laughed. “Yeah, and it doesn’t matter how many hours she spends at the gym, she will still look like a sack of potatoes.”

We both laughed at my joke and then I said. “Have you seen Rick?”

Josie went down on her ice cream and swallowed it whole. When she was done she wiped her full mouth with the back of her hand and then turned to me.

“You need to stop going after him, there is no way Carla will let you get close to him.”

“What’s up her ass anyway, why does she protect him so much?”

“She doesn’t want him to meet a girl, that’s all. I have seen him with guys several times but never with a girl, ever.”

“That is so strange.”

“Forget about it. Who’s the latest man who has tasted your sweet ass?”

I gave her an innocent look and put my index finger to my lips. “What do you mean?”

She laughed and elbowed me gently. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Okay, last week I was sitting for the Hamptons, you know, Mr.Hampton who drives the red Ferrari.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, Mrs. Hampton was away and their kid was taking his nap when I walked in on him jerking off to some internet porn.”

Josie laughed. “Classic!”

“Anyway, I didn’t say anything at first just stood in the doorway to his home office watching him.”

“What porn does he like?”

“I am not sure but he was watching a woman being fucked in the ass by a big Afro-American guy.”

“So, what happened?”

“I waited until he was close to squirting and then I walked in. When he saw me he dropped his cock and tried to turn off the laptop. He failed and instead he turned up the volume. While the woman was screaming and the guy was fucking her I walked up to Mr. Hampton and simply stood between him and the laptop.”

“What did he do?”

“It’s what I did. I went down on my knees and before he could protest I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him.”

“You are such a slut! I love it.”

“Anyway, while I was blowing him he managed to turn off the computer. I knew he wanted me because he has been giving me the looks since I began working for them. It was just a question time before he would make his move. I simply made it for him.”

“Was he any good?”

I flicked my hair out of my face and gave her a sideway look. “Nice fat cock but he can’t go for very long; he blew his load just a few minutes after he stuck it in me from behind.”

“So sad, I wish more men could hold it longer. I mean, by the time I start feeling good they are on the verge of coming and if they do, that’s it, time to go home and then I have to rub my clit and I hate to masturbate.”

I giggled and put my arm around her shoulder. “Didn’t you know that your fingers are your best friend?”

“Sure, but they don’t fill me up.”

I remembered my sister’s vibrator which I used without her knowing it. I told Josie about it and her jaw dropped.

“Are you serious? God, I wish I had one, I swear I would use it every day.”

“Hey, why don’t you come by tomorrow, you can borrow Pam’s.”

She made a face. “That’s nasty! I don’t want to use the same toy that has been in hers and your pussy.”

“I wash it afterward, stupid. Come by before your shift starts and I’ll lend it to you. Just make sure you get it back to me before seven when Pam comes home.”

She thought for a moment and then nodded, “okay.”

The sun had set and we decided it was time to go back. She lived twenty minutes away on her bicycle and I had a ten-minute walk in front of me. We hugged and then went our separate ways.

****

I had promised Pam to pick up some groceries so I headed over to the shop in the mall before it closed.

While I made my way along the aisles I listen to the other women talk. No one paid me much attention even though they knew me as the babysitter. I had sat for most of them and had fucked some of their husbands. It always made me smile when I thought about how proud they were over the money their husbands made and the things they bought. If only they knew my seventeen-year-old pussy was what their husbands wanted.

“Did you hear about what happened to the Hawthorn’s?” said a voice in the next aisle.

I stopped in my tracks and pricked my ears. The woman was talking about Carla and Rick’s family.

“No, what happened?” said another voice, older than the first.

I peeked through the shelves and saw two women I had only seen at the cafe while waiting for Josie. I had never sat for either of them.

“Well, my sister told me that when she was at the courthouse the other day the Hawthorne’s were there with a gang of lawyers raising hell.”

“About what?”

“You will never believe it. It turns out that their son, Rick is adopted and now his biological mother wants to get custody.”

“Oh my God, that’s just awful.”

“Yes, it is. The poor boy has lived with them since he was only two months old, and now he finds out he is adopted.”

“Wait a minute, they never told him?”

“Not as far as I know.”

The women walked down the aisle and I tried to follow on my side so I could hear the rest of the story but they turned right and headed over to the till.

I leaned against a fridge that held bottles of beer and soda. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Rick looked very much like his older sister, the same eyes and facial features, there was no way I could have guessed they were step-siblings.

****

“Pam, did you know that Rick was adopted?” I asked while slicing carrots.

My sister was pouring a glass of white wine for herself and looked up at me. “No, what makes you say that?”

I told her what I had heard and she slowly shook her head. “That is news to me, I had no idea.”

“Well, make no difference really, that stupid bitch Carla won’t let me see him.”

Pam put her arm around me and gave me a light squeeze. “Don’t worry about him; you are going back to the city in a month anyway.”

“Still, it would be nice to fuck him first.”

“Shut your dirty mouth!”

I turned to her and with a sultry look I said, “I want to suck his cock.”

“Stop it, Ellie.”

“Lick his balls.”

“Ellie, I am warning you.”

“I want him to fuck me doggy style.”

“What kind of slut are you?”

I laughed and then went back to the carrots. “You need to chill out; Pam. Life is more than moping around thinking about Drake. There are so many hot men out there and you need some cock in you.”

She filled a pot with water and I dumped the carrots in it.

“Maybe you are right, but I am not like you, Ellie.”

“Sure you are. Men love you, and all you need to do is take your mind off Drake.”

We ate and talked about her day at work and then took two large bowls with ice cream into the living room and watched two movies back to back.

I liked hanging out with Pam. After she left the city I missed her and I was sad when she didn’t come and see me but preferred to stay in suburbia. I hoped she would come and see me when I went back to our parent's place. It was so much easier for her to drive to the city than for me to take the train and then a bus.

****

My god it’s huge,” said Josie and hefted the toy in her hand. Then she continued, “I think it’s bigger than most of the guys I have been with.

We were in my bedroom and I was still in my jammies which were a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. Josie was dressed in her work uniform, black tight skirt, a white blouse with a sad looking black bowtie. The blouse was tight around her boobs and if I wasn’t mistaken she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I hope you have lots of fun with it.”

She checked her watch. “I still have an hour before my shift starts. My boss called me this morning and told me I had the swing shift instead of the morning shift. Do you mind if I try it here, I don’t think I will be able to get it back to you before seven?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Mi casa es tu casa, I’ll have breakfast while you fuck yourself senseless.”

She laughed and I left, closing the door behind me. I was starving which didn’t make sense since I had eaten two bowls of ice cream the previous evening.

I made bacon, eggs, and toast and then I took it all out to the terrace and sat down. The morning was warm and the birds were chirping in the rose bushes. The pool lay still and I thought about going for a swim after breakfast. I was due at the Redman residence at one for a three our sitting for them. The Redman’s lived three blocks away in a large two-floor mansion. He was an art dealer and she a marketing whiz. They daughter was six and an angel. She never cried or complained and all she asked of me was to play with her Barbie dolls.

I finished my breakfast and when I took the plates to the kitchen I noticed it had almost been forty-five minutes since I left Josie in my room.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard her moan and gasp from inside. I giggled and then gently opened the door and peeked inside.

She was on all four on the bed with her legs spread wide. With one hand between her legs holding the toy which was buried deep inside her pussy. She moved it back and forth while moaning and grabbing the pillow with her free hand.

Her ass was round and pert and her pussy glistened from her juices. While I watched she came and whimpering she slumped onto the bed breathing hard.

“Hey, horny chick, you need to get to work,” I said and walked in.

She turned and covered her boobs with one arm. “Ellie! Can’t I have some privacy?”

I picked up the toy and took it to the bathroom where I cleaned it with hot water and soap and then went back. She was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on her shoes. When she heard me she looked up and a big smile grew on her lips.

“I got to get me one of those,” she said pointing at the toy in my hand.

“Me too, but for now I am using this.”

She got up and gave me a light hug and then left. I heard her run down the stairs and the door closing behind her.

I could smell her in the air, the musky fragrance of sex mixed with her perfume and it brought back memories of Carla’s hot body against mine and her tongue exploring my pussy.

“Fuck!” I said when I realized I was becoming horny. There was nothing to it, I had the toy in my hand and the bed was in front of me. I took off my jammies and then spent a glorious fifteen minutes bringing myself to two orgasms before I dropped the toy on the floor and lay exhausted on the bed.

****

“Hi, Ellie, thanks for doing this,” said Mrs. Redman when she opened the door.

“It’s no problem, Charlotte is such a nice little girl,” I said when I walked past her.

Mr. Redman was standing in the hall with a box in his hands. “Hi Mr. Redman,” I said with my sweetest voice.

He gave me a stern look, like a headmaster looking at an ill-behaved student.

“Ellie, I am going to ask you for a favor.”

“Yes, Mr. Redman.”

“The Hawthorne boy will come by and pick up this laser printer in an hour. He will give you some money that I want you to leave on the mantelpiece in the living room.”

“Okay.” My heart was beating fast, Rick was coming, this was the best day ever, I thought.

“Ready honey?” said Mrs. Redman.

He placed the box on the floor by the door and then they left. I went looking for Charlotte and found her in her room.

“Hi, how are you?” I said and sat down next to her on the floor.

“Fine, look, Barbie and Ken are on a picnic.”

I sighed and wondered if Ken wanted to fuck Barbie while they were having their picnic.

****

Two hours later the doorbell rang. I left Charlotte, Ken, and Barbie and almost ran down the stairs.

Rick’s jaw dropped when he saw me. “What are you doing here?”

I leaned against the door frame and cocked my hip. “I am babysitting for the Redman’s.”

His eyes moved up and down my body which didn’t surprise me. I wore my usual work clothes, shorts, and a T-shirt. It was a tuned down version of my ‘horny babysitter’ look since Mr. Redman had never made a pass at me.

“It’s nice to see you again,” he said and looked down at his feet.

“We never finished what we started that day in the bathroom,” I said.

He blushed. “No, I guess not.”

“Did Carla tell you what she did?”

He looked up at me and said, “no, but I can guess.”

“Oh, so you know that your sister is a sex maniac?”

“Mm, I do.”

There was something off with the way he said it, like if he knew more than he wanted to say.

“Oh my god, the two of you, you have done it, haven’t you?” I said, my voice rising.

“Shh, not so loud, and yes we have.”

“Come in,” I said and dragged him into the house.

Then I called up to Charlotte to stay in the room and that I would be up in a minute.

“Rick, how long has this been going?”

“Six months, maybe”

“Who started it?”

He blushed again, and then said in a quiet voice, “me, I guess?”

“No way, I don’t believe you. How could you do such a thing, I know that you are adopted but still?”

He looked up at me, surprise in his eyes. “How did you know that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Tell me what happened.”

****

It was during a ski vacation in Vail that it had happened, he told me.

Two days after they had arrived Carla complained that she had a cold and wanted to stay in the cabin they had rented. Their parents agreed but Rick was sure that there was nothing wrong with her. She just didn’t like skiing and preferred to be in the warm cabin updating her social media and chat with her friends.

After lunch that day his parents decided to ski the black slopes but Rick wasn’t sure he could do it so he headed back to the cabin and when he walked inside it was quiet, no music, no TV, nothing. He took off his ski boots and then went to his room to change into something more comfortable than the heavy overall.

He made a sandwich and sat down in the living room where he lit a fire and then turned on the TV. It was nice to be alone, he thought. No nagging parents and no Carla to mess with him. He wondered where she was and then thought that she might have gone to the town to do shopping, but the car was still parked outside.

It was when he went to the guest bathroom that he had heard it. His, Carla’s and his parent's room were on the second floor but he was too lazy to use the upstairs bathroom.

As he opened the door and was about to walk in he heard a sound coming from the guest bedroom next door. He tip-toed to it and put his ear to the door.

There was moaning coming from inside and the rustle of sheets. He was confused, who was in there? Gently he opened the door and looked through the gap. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at because all he saw was a pair of naked feet. He opened the door a bit more and then put his hand to his mouth to stem a gasp.

On the bed lay Carla completely naked. She had her right hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit hard and fast. Her body squirmed on the sheets and she made little sounds.

Rick couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, but at the same time he knew what he was doing was wrong, very wrong in fact. He felt guilty and slowly closed the door but when he did his hand slipped and the handle made a noise as it sprung back.

“Who’s there?” Carla called.

Rick stood still, hardly breathing and praying that she wouldn’t open the door. There was a long silence and then Carla said in a sultry voice, “Rick, is that you, you little pervert?”

He closed his eyes and swore a silently. “Yeah, what do you want?”

“Come on in.”

“No, I am okay; I need to use the bathroom.”

She laughed. “You opened the wrong door, little brother, now get your ass in here before I come and get you.”

He opened the door and stood in the doorway. Carla was on the bed holding the sheet to her body.

“Come closer,” she demanded.

Rick had always been a little afraid of his dominant sister. As far back as he could remember she had always bossed him around especially when their parents weren’t around.

He walked up to her slowly making sure he didn’t look at her. When he was two feet from the foot end of the bed he stopped.

“What?” he said with a sigh.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“I didn’t see anything, I promise.”

“Look at me, you little twerp.”

He turned his head and her gaze bore into him. “Yes you did, and now tell me, what did you think?”

“Nothing, I promise. It was just a big mistake okay.”

Instead of speaking she flicked the sheet away from her body and lay down again. She slowly ran her palms over her boobs cupping and hefting them before she continued down to her pussy. She spread her legs and using her fingers opened her flower so he could see the pink.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rick snarled.

“Oh, don’t be that way. I have a secret to tell you.”

He didn’t know where to look so he turned his face away from her and stared out the window where snowflakes were falling.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he said.

“What if I told you we are not brother and sister? What if I told you that you were adopted when you were still a baby.”

That made him turn back to her. She had let go of her pussy lips and was caressing her tummy and boobs.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice trembling. All kinds of thoughts went through his mind and he couldn’t grab and hold on to any of them.

“It’s true, I found out just after Christmas myself. I was coming out of the bathroom when I heard Mom and Dad whispering in their bedroom so I listened. They were talking about you, and how it was time to tell you the truth about your adoption. Apparently, your biological mother had found out where we lived and demanded to see you.”

Tears began to run down his cheeks and he sniffled. “That’s bullshit.”

Carla’s voice was soft and kind when she said, “I’m sorry, Rick, but it’s the truth. I wanted you to know, okay. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you and that Mom and Dad don’t. We do, and I want you to know I am behind you all the way.”

Rick had to sit down and slumped down on the edge of the bed. He put his hands over his eyes and began to cry.

Carla knelt behind him and put her arms around him and held him close while he cried. She stroked his hair, kissed his cheeks and soothed him with her soft voice.

After a while, he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. He realized that Carla was still naked and that her tits were pressing against his back. He was about to stand when she pulled him down onto the bed and straddled him.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“I want to ease your frustration and what better way than with a little bit of sex.”

That was when Rick realized his step-sister was not right in the head.

“Carla, get off me!”

She lowered her face until her lips almost touched his. He turned his face away but she grabbed it with her hands and held him in place. Then she kissed him, softly, gently and silently.

He tried to stop her but he was too weak from the shock after what he had heard. At first, she just pressed her lips against his and then slowly she began to kiss his cheek up to his ear and down his jaw line.

*****

“What the fuck, Rick, why didn’t you just push her away and get out of there?” I said.

“I don’t know, but I was in a place where I needed someone to hold me. And trust me, Carla held me.”

“What did she do?” I asked.

Rick sighed and continued. “I was very upset obviously but when she began to ground her hips against my dick my body reacted and when she felt my erection she simply moved down and while I watched she took it in her mouth and began to suck it while keeping eye contact with me.”

“And still you did nothing?”

Charlotte called from upstairs and I shouted back that I would be up soon.

I smile grew on Rick’s lips and he said, “Honestly, I liked it. I was so fucked up in the head already that I didn’t care what happened. I let her suck me and when she pulled down my pants and began to ride me I let her do that too.”

I put my hand to my forehead and then grabbed Rick’s shoulders. “So, since then you two have been fucking?”

He nodded and he said, “A few times a week we do it, either in her room or mine.”

“So the reason why she didn’t let you and I do our thing was what, jealousy?”

“Yeah, I think so. Anytime I meet a girl that I like, she fucks it up.”

“Okay, look, I have to take care of the kid. That box is for you and Mr. Redman said you had some money for him, give it to me and then leave.”

Before he left he said, “Come by the house this evening around seven, my parents are out to dinner and Carla is going to a friend’s place.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, no problem, she will be gone until eleven at least.”

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then let him out.

****

While I was in the shower I had a long think about the situation. First of all, suburbia was a very fucked up place it turned out. Apart from horny husbands and bitchy wives, there were deep sexual secrets. Who knew what else was out there, maybe there were more step-sibling going at it at night behind closed doors, or even step-parents doing their thing. God, I needed to get back to the city. At least there most people were honest about things and didn’t hide behind money and assets.

I shaved my pussy making sure the landing strip was perfect and my lips smooth as a baby’s ass. I took extra time with my thick long hair using conditioner twice.

I dressed in one of the dresses Pam had bought me. I usually didn’t wear girly clothes like skirts and dresses. I was more of a jeans type of girl, but living in suburbia I had to live by the rules.

It was a cute little thing in white with thin straps over the shoulder. It was snug around my waist and showed off the swell of my boobs. I didn’t wear a bra so that they would bounce naturally when I walked. I decided not to wear panties either since speed was of the essence once I was alone with Rick. He had said that Carla would be gone until eleven but I didn’t trust his word. I needed to get things rolling fast and then get the fuck out. I wore my white sports shoes even though they didn’t go with the dress but if I had to run they were better than six-inch heels.

I rang the doorbell just after seven and Rick must have been inside waiting. He opened so fast that I took a step back, thinking it might be Carla.

“Hey, babe,” he said.

I stared at him. “Don’t babe me.”

He looked confused and I laughed. “Just kidding, let me in.”

I followed him straight to his bedroom and I was glad that he understood that we needed to hurry. Inside he made sure the door was locked and while he did, I sat down on his bed.

The room looked like any other guy’s, a computer on a desk, a game console and a LED screen on another, a few posters of half-naked models on the walls, strewn socks and a few used T-shirts on the floor.

“You didn’t have to clean up for me?” I said sarcastically.

He gave me a stupid smile and then walked towards the window where he drew theTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.