Raindrops tapped gently on the windowpanes like the pitter-patter of tiny fingers, a steady lullaby that played throughout the otherwise silent trailer house. All of the lights were off, and not a single screen was active to paint any part of the dark house with a dim, blue glow. It was as peaceful a morning as Jake Reynolds could remember. He was still mostly asleep and cocooned within the warm embrace of his blankets. The scent of weed hung over him like a fragrant cloud, a balm for his weary soul that had eased his mind into a state of bliss.
Jake's oldest daughter, Emily, had just graduated from high school only a few days before. She had acceptance letters from three of the colleges she'd applied to, and it seemed as though the world was opening up to her like a vibrant, colorful flower of possibility and potential. It was a time of transition and change for her, and while he couldn't have been more proud, not everyone in the family was as excited to see what came next. The day after the ceremony, Emily's younger siblings, John, Joseph and Naomi, had descended on her like a pack of bounding, rambunctious hyenas. She had laughed and cried as they pestered her relentlessly, until she agreed to spend the first weeks of summer on a camping trip with them and their Grandpa. They had left two days later, all of them eager to stave off the inevitable, to capture the fleeting moments that would last a lifetime before Emily went away to college and began carving out her own path in life.
Mandy, Jake's wife, had fallen quiet in the days since. When the two of them were alone, their conversations had become stilted, awkward, like two dancers that had fallen out of sync. Even with an empty house and no one else to preoccupy their attention, their connection felt frayed, like a threadbare sweater that had seen too many winters. The love was still there, like a glowing ember that just refused to die, but their relationship had become an ongoing, monotonous routine that rarely included time for them as a couple. That morning, she hadn't even bothered to wake him up before she left for work. She'd slipped out of bed like a shadow, gotten dressed and let herself out of their house without even a whispered goodbye.
Jake had taken the week off from work, like a soldier taking a much-needed break from the battlefield. He'd needed the time to focus and be absolutely, one hundred percent present for his family, and to let their love and togetherness seep deep into his bones. With Emily's graduation behind them, and Mandy's distance weighing heavily on his heart, Jake had made a simple plan for the day. He was going to smoke some more weed, letting the sweet smoke fill his lungs and help him relax so that he could rest. Later, he would watch a little television, maybe even play a game or crack open a book, giving himself a chance to let his brain escape from the drudgery of every day life. That evening, he was going to get dressed and take his wife out on the town for dinner and a few drinks. A date, he thought, even hoped, would be good for them, like a ray of sunshine that might revive them in each other's company.
When his need to nap away he day was exhausted, he sat up in bed and executed the first part of his plan. The weed he'd loaded and left out the night before remained untouched, and he picked it up with a sense of anticipation. He brought his lighter too it, and took a long, hard hit that burned away half of the bowl. He held the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, then finally breathed it out, coughing harshly only a few times after the fact. As the delicious bliss of the green plant flowed through him, he felt like he was sitting on a cloud, weightless and carefree. He set the pipe aside, then, and carefully stood up. A soft smile touched his face as he remembered that he would be entirely alone for hours yet. On the spot, he decided to kick off the pajama pants that were the only item of clothing he wore, feeling like a snake shedding it's skin. Wrapping himself in his favorite fleece blanket, he savored the feel of the ultra-soft material against his skin, and migrated to the living room.
Jake hunted briefly for the TV remote, like a hunter staking his prey in a dense forest. It turned up, as always, tucked safely away between the cushions of the couch. He settled himself there, then, sinking into the embrace of those cushions, and turned on the television. With one press of the button after another, he flipped idly through the channels, searching for anything to keep his befuddled brain occupied. The weather channel told him that the gentle, morning rain was likely to give way to thunderstorms later in the day, but it wasn't likely to turn severe. Cartoons, soap operas, reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and one of the myriad releases of Marvel movies; nothing that was on seemed capable of holding his interest.
Restless and fidgety, his smile returned as he realized that he knew exactly what he could do to cure his boredom and pass some time. Lately, Mandy had touched him even less than she'd spoken to him, and he hadn't had enough privacy to make himself cum in weeks. Standing up, he let the blanket fall back on the couch, momentarily forgotten. He hurried back to the bedroom, naked as the day he was born, to get his phone and a bottle of his favorite lube. As he returned to the living room, his mind was awhirl with the possibilities ahead. He had more than enough time to indulge himself, it was just a matter of choosing what kind of porn he was in the mood for. Sitting back down on the couch, and feeling very much like a kid in a candy store, he activated the screencasting feature on his phone that would turn his television into a mirror for whatever content he played from it.
Just then, Jake's phone pinged as a new message arrived. It was from Carolyn Stone, his daughter Emily's best friend, and had a video attachment connected to it. He was surprised, but not shocked. The girl had had his number, and his wife's, for years. She was probably sharing a recording that he hadn't yet seen from their graduation ceremony, he mused, or maybe she just wanted to say hello from vacation. Her mother, Vicky, had been talking about taking some kind of cruise. Porn could wait. He quickly tapped on the message and brought up the video even as his phone pinged again.
Carolyn's freckled face and big dark eyes filled Jake's screen. He felt a jolt of surprised excitement as he gazed at her youthful beauty, her crooked smile and sandy-brown hair that spilled over a soft blue pillow. Slowly, Carolyn lifted her camera higher, and Jake's breath caught in his throat as her lovely breasts came into view, each capped by perky, pink nipples. He couldn't help but marvel at the way they seemed to dry gravity and beckon him closer through the screen.
His free hand found and squeezed his aching, throbbing cock of it's own accord as she stretched her arm, keeping her face in the shot. He saw her belly, taut and toned from the hours she'd spent at cheerleading practice. At long last, she revealed the glistening folds of her pussy, and he released his cock to grab for the lotion. Dribbling it over his head and down his shaft, he gaped as he watched Carolyn's fingers part her lips and slide tantalizing along the pinkness within.
