When I finished high school, I spent the first summer working two jobs to save money for college. In a small town, there were few options for work, so I did lawn maintenance and worked as a bagger at the grocery store.
The grocery store and hardware store in our little town was owned by Mr. Wilson. He had the biggest property in town and it was beautiful; a pool behind the house and a tennis court next to the house. The three car garage was on the side of the house.
I was making about $150 a week at the grocery store, and about $100 a week mowing lawns around town. Mr. Wilson heard that I was a good worker and offered me $200 a week to maintain his property. It was not an easy job; mowing, trimming hedges, edging and pulling weeds. It took me four hours each trip to get it all done.
After I had been taking care of his property for about six weeks, Mr. Wilson invited me to lunch at his house on a Saturday. He said he wanted to talk to me. Their house was the biggest in town, with large rooms and expensive furniture.
Mr. Wilson and I were seated at their large glass table on the patio.
"Will, I know you're struggling to make money for college and I admire that, and you've been doing a great job on our lawn."
"Thanks, Mr. Wilson."
"I'm going to give you an extra $50 a week and I will pass the word that you're worth more than you're being paid."
"Thanks again, Mr. Wilson."
As Mr. Wilson stood up from the table, his spoiled rich brat, Tiffany (why do rich people name their daughter Tiffany?), came in from their tennis court.
Tiffany and her friend, Paige, were both wearing the typical white tennis outfits; short shirt and tight blouse, and each had her hair in a pony tail. Both girls were sophomores in college, home for the summer. Tiffany had dark brown hair and brown eyes and was actually pretty. She hadn't grown much in the boob department, but she had nice legs.
Paige had red hair, devilish blue eyes and lots of boobs. She had an hour glass figure and was known around town as a first class prick tease. And she loved the reputation.
"Will, thanks for coming over on your day off." Mr. Wilson said. "Tiffany, bring some of that vanilla pudding your mom made over here for Will; I've got to go meet your mom at the country club."
As Mr. Wilson was leaving, the girls sat down at the table across from me. Their tennis skirts flared up as they sat down, and I was treated to a generous view of their upper thighs. Paige smiled wickedly at me. As soon as Mr. Wilson was out of the house, Paige reached under the table and shimmied out of her underwear.
She tossed her thong onto the table, right in front of me, and stared into my eyes.
"I like feeling something wet in the crack of my ass but only if it's moving," she said.
"Eww, Paige," snorted Tiffany, "that's nasty."
"Yeah, but boys like nasty. Boys like to smell nasty things; it gets them excited."
I tried to ignore her as I began to eat from a small bowl of the vanilla pudding. I tried to get a good look at Paige's naked crotch, but she was staring at me.
