I had just driven into town from college for winter break, I was 21 years old and I knew my parents were out at their Christmas party for my dad's work. It was held at the Drake hotel on Michigan Ave. in Chicago and they usually made a night of it and stayed downtown overnight. I had talked to my Mom so I knew my 7-year-old brother Kevin was at home being watched by Mrs. Heath, a family friend who had come to our house and was staying over. I wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow, but I had decided to leave early since most of my friends at school had gone to Florida to party over break. It was around 9:00 at night and I didn't feel like bothering her, I'd just slip in later so I called my friend Tom and he said some friends were hanging out at his place. I knocked on his door and went in the apartment found several friends drinking beer and playing video games. I sat and chatted with them for a couple of hours but soon fatigue set in from my 5-hour drive from school, and I told them I'd see them soon.
I pulled into the driveway of my parent's house around Midnight; I could see the flickering of the TV in the den thru the downstairs windows. I figured Mrs. Heath must have been watching a movie; I came in through the back door, not making much noise as I came in, and I still didn't want to startle her. I walked through the kitchen and peeked down the stairs into the den. There was a long haired younger girl in her twenty's lying facing away from me on the couch, she was dressed in a tank top and pink and white striped PJ bottoms. She had long dark curly hair, but I couldn't see her face.
I stood there wondering who the hell this girl could be; the soft moaning coming from the TV snapped me out of my thoughts. I couldn't believe this girl was watching some soft-core movie on Cinemax. On the screen were two buxom blondes in a hot tub making out. They were both naked and by the look of their bodies their boobs were as real as a three-dollar bill, but it was still hot. One was sucking the others nipples as soapy water ran down their bodies. I looked back at the mystery girl on the couch and smiled as she rubbed between her legs over the thin material that was her pajamas.
I tried to think of who this girl could possibly be, and then it finally dawned on me who it was, it must be Mrs. Heath's daughter Heather. She was about 3-4 years younger than me, must be a senior in High School, I hadn't seen her since she was 11 or 12. The Heath's used to live in around the corner from us and my mom and Mrs. Heath was a good friend. They moved only a town away but I usually only saw Mr. And Mrs. Heath if they came around to play cards with my parents. The last time I had seen Heather she had had a mouthful of braces, was thin as a rail, and was quite annoying. Now here she was in our den getting off on two blonde bimbos on the TV.
I tried to figure out what to do, should I walk down to the den and ask if she needs help? Should I make some noise in the kitchen to let her know I'm here, should I continue standing here and hope she gets naked and jerk off in the doorway? While making up my mind I noticed Heather slip her hand down her pj's. Wow, I'd never seen a girl do this, well that's not true, one time in the dorms at school, this girl who I met fucked herself with a large black dildo while I watched, but I'd never seen this without them knowing I was there.
The two girls on TV were taking turns eating each other while sitting on the edge of the hot tub. The lame music from the movie and the moaning from the girls were the only sounds in the house, I was starting to think the floor was going to squeak and give away that I was spying. I didn't want to freak out Heather so despite not wanting to miss this fabulous show, I slowly crept back to the door and opened it loudly and closed it with a thump. "Hello?" I called out softly, and began taking off my jacket. "Mrs. Heath, are you awake?" I asked. I heard a ruckus in the den and smiled to myself. I opened the door to the fridge and saw it was well stocked with beer, so I grabbed one and popped it open as I closed the door. I looked up and peeking around the corner of the kitchen was Heather Heath.
"Oh, Hi there, Heather, is that you?" I asked. " I thought your mom was going to be here."
"Hi Brian, you scared the shit out of me, I thought you were a burglar or something" Heather replied. " I didn't know you were coming home tonight, my mom was feeling sick so since I didn't have any plans I decided to watch Kevin."
"I see, so how are things, I haven't seen you in like seven years, how's high school going?" I asked.
She told me about her life, how finals were coming up soon, how she was sick of high school. As she talked I got a chance to casually look her over, Heather was adopted by the Heath's and was definitely Mediterranean in ancestry, I figured Italian or Greek, she had dark curly hair, olive skin and was very voluptuous, she must have had 36C's and a nice curvy hips and a great ass. Her eyes were dark brown, her skin was great, and she looked quite different from the brace face stick figure I had known.
I offered her a beer, she paused, I told her not to worry since I was here, and she smiled and asked if she could have a rum and coke. I fixed her up one and we continued to chat. She was a tennis player, and worked out in the off-season to stay in shape. She hadn't decided on collage yet, I asked if she had considered my school, she wasn't sure but I offered to show her around if she wanted to visit. We chatted for a while, I fixed her a couple of drinks and continued to drink beer, my sleepiness had gone away and I had gained a second wind.
After a bit I suggested we go to the den to sit on the couch. We filled our glasses; I could tell Heather was a little tipsy as we walked down the steps to the den. I clicked on the TV and a detective was questioning a shorthaired brunette. I figured it was the same movie but couldn't tell. We had been talking about her recent breakup up with the quarterback of the football team; apparently he had been cheating on Heather with the head cheerleader. She seemed sad about it and I told her it was his loss; she was just about the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She started to tear up when I said this, she gave me a long drawn out hug and thanked me for being so sweet. Her breasts were mashed against my chest and she smelled like lavender, it I told her I was serious, If I had known someone like her when I was in high school I would of jumped at the chance to date them.
She laughed, and mentioned how she had always had a crush on me when she was little; she said she used to beg her mom to let her come with to our house to see if I was around. I told her how I remembered she had walked in on me that one time when I was in the shower, she blushed and said she had actually been watching me for quite sometime before I had caught her as I stepped out from the clear glass door.
"Your kidding, you were spying on me?" I asked.
"I must have watched you for a good five minutes that day, I had accidentally walked in but when I saw you in there I hid behind the door and watched, you were the first naked man I had ever seen, it was quite exciting, I hope you don't mind." She replied.
