Veronica was beyond excited. Her birthday was this coming Sunday, and her mom Sheila had been planning a birthday party for her. As a senior in high school, she was hitting 18 very early in the year, far sooner than her friends, and now that her parents were divorced...she got two birthdays! What's a girl to do? If her dad wants to compete for her love and affection by splurging on her, who is she to refuse?
However, she knew with the divorce, her mom Sheila was far less likely to be able to compete. She would probably have a few friends over, her mom would cook a big meal and probably a small gift. But she was okay with that, at least she could have a party, and that was what she was looking forward to the most. Eighteen! She could scream with joy at the fact. She hadn't had a sweet sixteen, since her parents had already been at loggerheads, so this would have to be it.
She opened up her diary, which she couldn't help but think, shouldn't she have outgrown it already? But, like journaling, it allowed her mind to unwind and find itself at the same time.
"Dear Diary,
What is my mom planning? A backyard BBQ is the obvious answer, but what else? I know she's trying to control her spending, but she's had a year to plan! I got Nike's from my dad, what will she do? So excited, but also anxious to see how it goes. Wishing for the best, ta ta for now..."
She smiled as the butterflies flew around in her stomach from thinking about it. Something told her, mom would not disappoint. With that she hit the books and finished some school work. Just as she was wrapping up, she heard her mom call her from below. Dinner was ready and she could eat a horse. Putting the final touches on some assignments, she traipsed downstairs to eat.
Sheila was serving two plates, and setting them at the edge of the island countertop when Veronica stepped lightly into the kitchen. Mom had her trademark glass of wine, and was bemusedly using her iPad to search for stuff on the interweb.
"Looking for my birthday gift?" Veronica joked.
"Har dee har har", dead panned her mom, "I was just window shopping".
"What's window shopping?" Vero asked.
Her mom sighed, this generation was clueless in so many ways.
"When I was younger, me and my friends would go to the mall and look at dresses and shoes, but didn't buy them. We could spend hours at the mall, then buy lunch and go home. My parents didn't have a lot of money, so we could 'pretend' to shop, but actually pay very little for a lot of time whiling away the hours."
"Oh, uh...that sounds kinda sad," Veronica almost said.
"Sounds fun!" she said instead, the ghost of finances lingering in the air.
Sheila had left the back door open and the outdoor light on. Both realized Victor was returning from school. Both ladies peered out the door as he walked by. Veronica was checking him out when she was surprised to hear her mom raise her voice.
"Hey neighbor, I cooked a little too much dinner! Want to have some chow?"
Victor stopped and looked back through the door, he smiled.
"Let me put my things inside and I'll be right back. Dinner sounds great right now."
After he went upstairs to the loft above the garage, he returned without his backpack. He tapped politely at the threshold, and walked in. His smile was that of a kid about to get some cookies from the pantry.
"I'm going to have to workout even more if you keep feeding me! Thanks again, but you really don't have to, you know."
"Oh, this is nothing, I just over cooked some food." Sheila smiled under her breath.
Victor served himself, making himself at home in their kitchen. Between bites, he made small talk, asking about work to Sheila and about school to Veronica. The conversation flowed easily enough. When he finished, he rounded up the dishes and started cleaning them.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sheila asked.
"Paying my way. You cooked, the least I can do is clean up. Us starving college students really appreciate home cooked meals, but in my case, I'm a gentleman and want to return the favor in some way.'
Sheila gave him a faux frown, but Veronica lit up her smile. She found it intriguing that he had such good manners. Once he finished, he said his goodbyes and profusely thanked his host for feeding him. Both ladies walked him to the door and saw him off to his loft.
"Well you don't see that everyday," the two ladies echoed each other.
They looked at each other in momentary surprise and started laughing. Upstairs, Victor heard the laughter and smiled. He was sure they had made a quip about him, and enjoyed the attention. As the girls closed up downstairs, he got to reading and working on his course work.
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He was about to call it a night, when he heard creaking steps on the stairs leading to his loft. He looked up just as Sheila appeared at the half window that was above the door knob. Smiling again, he got up and opened the door. Stepping inside quickly, she closed the door behind her. The clock in the kitchenette read 11:59pm. He hadn't noticed the time pass by.
"I woke up and saw your light on. So, I thought maybe you needed some help going to sleep?" she winked at him.
"Such a caring landlady..." he barely uttered before she was kissing him.
The torrid affair they had two weeks back had made her very comfortable with him, and he with her. They fell on the bed like lovers and quickly started making love. This time, she was subdued. No calling out, and she kept her moaning in check. Neither of them wanted to be caught, and in an odd way intensified their love making. As they aroused each other, and stimulated each other to climax, the need for discretion made it even more illicit. Once they finished, they lay there...their bodies intertwined and holding each other.
"Mmm, I needed stress relief...thank you lover boy!" she whispered.
"Stress? You seemed relaxed at dinner." He said.
"I have Veronica's birthday party this weekend, and all I can think of is a BBQ. But since her father spoiled her with some pricey Nike shoes, I want to up the ante...but can't think of how."
"I think I can help, if you don't mind a bunch of teenagers coming over."
"I was thinking of a small gathering, but what are you thinking?" she kissed his lips, and looked into his eyes.
"Can you cook for a lot of teenagers? Cuz I have an idea that will blow up her party. Are the neighbors okay with loud music?"
"Probably not, but I can tell them it's for her 18th birthday. They should understand, and curfew is 10pm, so kids would have to go home around 9:45. Tell me this idea of yours."
"Nope," he kissed her nipple, "Just have plenty of food and keep the driveway empty. I'll take care of the rest. What time does the party start?"
"6pm, and tell me what you are thinking!" She grabbed his cock and squeezed it.
"Nope!" His smile turned mischievous. "You'll just have to trust me. And if you do that again, we'll have to have round two!"
They got back to more sex, subdued but playful with this cat and mouse game they were playing. When she left, it was past 1am. He had a late class so he slept in. He skipped the gym, and went to classes, then hit the gym after classes. It was there that he ran into an acquaintance.
"Hey Joe, you're still a DJ, right?"
"Why? Planning on throwing a frat party?"
"Hell no, frat's are a bunch of pretentious pricks. No, I want to help out my landlady with her daughter's birthday party, that's all."
