All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen.
I wrote this about four years ago and posted it, but I later took it down to edit it.
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Melanie Wallace left her friend's house and hopped in her 1979 Mustang. It had been rebuilt from the ground up, and now it was finally painted and looked like a magazine cover car. It was her pride and joy ever since her father bought it for her on her sixteenth birthday. It was a rust bucket when she got it, but six years later and about twelve grand, and it was like a brand new car.
She backed out of the parking stall and drove slowly around the alley behind the rows of townhouses. The car was a little loud if you got on it, so she kept it slow. She was rounding the corner headed for the exit, when she spotted a handsome blonde outside an open garage door. She rolled by slowly, looking his way.
"Melanie, is that you?"
She hit the brakes and stopped. She took a good look at his face and something seemed very familiar. She hadn't dated him, she would remember him- -no, it was something different.
"It's Bobby, Bobby Tanner, you used to babysit me when I was little."
"Oh my god, you've certainly grown up!"
"I tried, so how have you been?"
"Let me park real quick."
She backed up and parked in the small lot next to his building and walked back around to the alley. He was in the garage now with two other guys. She felt a little nervous as she walked into the shade of the garage.
To her right was a 1985 Mustang. It was mostly primer and the interior was gutted. She looked from the car to the three guys and realized she'd babysat all three of them. She remembered them now; they all lived on the same street. The other two were Carl and Steven. All three boys were from wealthy families, at least wealthy by her standards.
"So you three live here now?"
"Yeah, my dad owns like a dozen of these for rentals, we convinced him to rent us this one. It's closer to the school and our jobs."
Bobby's dad was a single parent, and he owned property all over the state. He traveled long hours and she was his sitter on weekends when he'd be gone overnight. She was sixteen then, and she remembered thinking He was such a gorgeous man. Now his son looked just like him. Broad shoulders, great hair, and that crazy smile that made you embarrassed when it was aimed at you.
"So who owns the Mustang?"
Bobby claimed it while Carl and Steven brought up babysitting in the old neighborhood. They made some chit chat and then the two of them left, one for school, and the other for work. He walked out to the driveway with them and then returned.
"They wanted me to invite you over for a beer tomorrow."
"Cool, I'll think about it. So what's up with the car?"
"It's just my project car. I have my dad's old BMW as a daily driver. I can't figure out why it won't turn over though. It was fine a couple weeks ago but now it's dead."
She opened the hood and leaned over the engine. Bobby was impressed by what he was seeing. Her short pleated skirt was revealing her thong clad butt and it was perfect. She leaned in deeper and he bent his head to get a better look.
The crotch of her cotton panties was stuck between the lips of her pussy. He inhaled sharply and she looked back, but couldn't see him from her position. She thought about her skirt and realized what she was doing. She straightened up and told him the starter wire was loose.
She went to his toolbox and grabbed a half inch end wrench and returned to the engine compartment. She bent over again but stood on her tip toes and took her time tightening the bolt. He stood there enjoying the view remembering back to when he was eleven. She was actually the reason he bought the Mustang.
She hopped up and went to the driver's seat; he sat down in the passenger side. She turned the switch and the engine fired right up. She killed the engine and smiled at him. He was staring at her, but he was seeing her when she was sixteen.
"God, I had such a crush on you when I was young. I actually bought this car, because of you, and your Mustang."
"Wow, I had no idea, you were what, eleven then?"
"Yeah, you remember when my dad would go out of town? On Saturdays you would take me for ice cream at the Foster's Freeze."
"I do remember, the car was ugly back then."
"Yeah, I wasn't looking at the car. You used to shift, and little by little your skirt would ride up. By the time we were half way there I could see your panties. I was terrible now that I think about it. You were the first girl that didn't have cooties in my young life."
"Wow, eleven years old and you were a player already."
"Hey, you want a beer or something?"
"Ok, but just one, and I'll have to hang around a while, I'm driving."
"Oh, twist my arm, and you can stay."
Two hours later she was on her third beer and they were on the sofa yakking away. Her leg was pulled up on the sofa and he could see the lace front of her thong. She could see the tent in his baggy cargo shorts.
"Are you looking up my skirt again Bobby?"
"Yup, and you're staring at my shorts, so I guess we're even."
"I guess so..."
"Hey if I tell you something I did back then, do you promise not to hate me?"
"I don't know, what did you do?"
"No, you gotta promise or I'm not telling you."
"Fine, I promise, now what was it."
"I used to film you in the bathroom."
"Going pee, are you serious?"
"No, taking a shower, and at the mirror."
"My god, seriously, like you saw everything?"
"Yeah, I know, I'm terrible. It was innocent really, I didn't even masturbate then. I was just really curious I guess. You were the first real girl in our house."
"Do you still have them?"
"Well...they are on my computer upstairs."
"Show me, I'm serious Bobby."
"Are you sure you don't want to kill me?"
"Just show me, ok?"
He took her to his room, which was nicer than hers and they sat down at his desk. He opened an obscure folder buried deep inside some text storage folder and he highlighted all ten videos and selected play.
She sat glued to the monitor watching as her young self washed her hair, and did her makeup topless at the mirror. When they were over she highlighted them and hit delete.
"You don't mind, do you?"