It seemed to be just another boring day. Or, it had seemed that way to Pat when he'd first gotten up. But that was before things changed. Quickly. The way they do in a movie or something, not like they ever had for him or anyone that he'd known. And it had all began with a phone call.
He'd almost ignored it. The bell was shrill, and someone had left the volume up too high. But Pat reluctantly reached out and picked up the receiver. "Wha'?" he said, still half asleep. "Who's dat? Wha' ya want?"
"Hey there! Pat! I wake ya man?" the annoyingly cheerful voice at the other end asked. "It's almost noon. I thought we were going to the mall for lunch and stuff before picking up my sister at the bus station."
"Yeah, yeah... gotcha... lunch... mall... sister... gotcha."
The voice laughed. The sound echoed through Pat's brain. It actually helped wake him somewhat. Allan. Only Allan laughed like that. "Okay bud, if you say so. Grab a shower and a soda or a cigarette, get yourself going. See you in half an hour or so." Pat sighed as he dropped the phone back on its cradle. Tried burrowing back into his pillow, but gave a bigger, louder sigh and sat up instead. Shaking his head, he got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom.
Pat's eyes flinched when he turned on the lights. I keep that room too dark, he thought to himself, as he blinked and shook his head. When his vision cleared, he regarded his reflection in the mirror. Allan's right. I need a smoke or some caffeine. But shower first. He reached in and turned the water on, letting it warm itself while he took a morning piss. Then he flushed the toilet and undressed. Gingerly, he stepped into the shower, the steamy water both making him flinch and move closer into its touch. And making his still mostly erect penis liven up. "Oh, hi there... haven't said a proper hello to you yet, have I?" Pat chuckled as he ran a hand along the length of his dick.
Under pressure from hand and shower, the erection came back to life. Pat murmured to himself as he tried to focus his thoughts back to the dream he'd been having. Or dreams... he smiled... the cheerleaders in the elevator... mmm... the lady on his paper route who kept implying she had a special tip for him... ooooh... the couple who picked him up last summer... yeah... his slowly ground his hips, thrusting himself through his fingers, other hand braced upon the wall of the bathtub... that was a good one...
That had been when he was staying away for the summer. Between sophomore and junior years of college, when he's changed majors and had to pick up some classes off-session to keep him on track for graduating on time. Not that he had, but it had seemed to be a possibility back then. He'd also been working, and staying in town had let him not only not give up his job, but had allowed him to not have any breaks in service when it came time for merit review and a raise.
He'd stayed at the house his fraternity kept. During the school year, due to safety concerns, they weren't allowed to have students living on the property, but the summer was different. And so, that's where he'd lived. And, usually, it was a cool thing, since everyone who was also in summer school or lived in the area would drop by and they'd party. It'd been a big party for most of the summer.
Then came the Fourth. Over the holiday, all the locals split for the beach a couple hours away. He, not having a car or off from work, had had to stay at the house. And this meant one thing for Pat.
Boredom.
The house was cool as a party site. But it didn't have cable. Barely had television since the reception in that part of town was so bad. But, it had one thing that helped a little. Around the block and down the street from the house was a bookstore. An adult bookstore. Kind of cheesy, maybe a touch sleazy... especially the holes in those peepshow booth walls... but not a bad place on the whole. And, when he wasn't in a mood for porn, it had an old Donkey Kong game in the corner.
So, this particular Friday evening, Pat had pulled on a pair of gymshort styled swimtrunks, an old t-shirt from some band or another, and his sneakers and walked down. He'd intended to blow a few bucks on the peeps, play some video game, and maybe rent a movie to take back, but when he passed through the id check, he had other thoughts.
When the clerk buzzed him through the door, he entered with his head down, watching his footing over the plate set in the floor of the doorway. Letting the door close, Pat had looked up into what had been the best ass barely covered by denim short shorts he'd seen in months, if not the best ever.
She was playing the Donkey Kong in the corner. Her long, sandy blonde hair was pulled back and tied in a ponytail at the back of her head. It fell down her back, along her spaghetti strapped summer blouse, and hung midway to her waist... the longest ends dangling just about at the small of her back. He walked slowly over. He knew he was staring, but so was the clerk and the guy by the dildos and little smutty novels, and the other guy who was pretending to be checking out the titles of the peepshows. Looking over her shoulder, he saw she was as far along as he would get. He nodded to himself... thinking she was pretty good... and played well, too... but not saying anything to distract her. She caught sight of him in the glass of the machine's front and turned at a break point between levels to look at him without the reflection.
